What Happened Last Night Poem by hezekiah iliya

In the land of ooze
Where there is nothing beautiful but a goose
No cows and bulls but moose
Nothing to hunt but mouse
No place to live but a shattered house
With no woman to call my spouse
But now to change I was roused
To a better place I now stand
All those times I never understood
Why streams flow maggots
And rivers flow honey
Why grasses grow fruits
And trees grow money
I woke up from my dream of dreams
And realized I slept poor but woke up RICH