A Dream of Uncle M. Fielder

 

Of all the dreams I ever dreamed

This one took the cake

I stamped, I kicked, I rolled, I cursed,

But still I would not wake.

I thought our great and mighty God

Had weakened so to speak

And I was left alone on earth

To fight this monster freak.

My boy, I thought,

I'll do my best if only one arm I've got

And the bastard made a lunge at me

Where I'm not.

Again I thought I must wake up

But this I could not do,

So I let a beller out of me

That made this thing turn blue.

At last, at last, I am awake

I had a damn good scare.

I'd rather go to hell and back

Than meet this freak nite mare.

 

Marion Emil Fielder (1884 - 1959)