I’m awake, but am I really?
Something seems unusual.
Is it my Posturepedic Sealy,
or myself being delusional?
I saw a big, green alligator
quickly jumping off my bed.
It said, “I’ll see you later.”
With a wink away it sped.
Next, sprung up a crocodile
with a wry grin ear to ear;
It whispered, “After a while,
I’ll come join you for a beer.”
I sipped a mango Snapple,
out popped a rainbow snake.
It hissed, “Why not apple?
It’s good for Hades’ sake!”
A frog sat in the dim light,
twiddling thumbs, no joke.
It said, “Being polite, dude.
Waiting for you to croak.”
Pinch me. Am I sleeping;
this madness just a dream,
of talking reptiles leaping
like fish out of a stream?