Anfield Poetry 5

In deepest slumber, I love to dream,

Of all my favourite things, like fresh cream,

Of golden fried chicken, and tasty little fishes,

These are a few of my favourite dishes.

In deepest slumber I love to play,

Chasing Butterflies on a hot summers day,

Stalking prey amongst the bushes,

Teasing pondlife through the rushes.

In deepest slumber I love to roam,

Through deepest jungles far from home,

In darkest Africa I take a tumble,

Ne'r to go home, at least till my tummy starts to rumble.

In deepest slumber I plan my day,

What will I do? and where will I play?

But deepest slumber has to end,

When I am awakened by my loving human friend.