Bad Poetry: How Strange Are Dreams!
Here's another gem from J. Gordon Coogler, Southern Sunday School teacher and poet. I wish I could find the complete text. Those afficionados not lucky enough to own one of his books have to content themselves with this excerpt from How Strange Are Dreams!:
How strange are dreams! I dreamed the other night
A dream that made me tremble,
Not with fear, but with a kind of strange reality;
My supper, though late, consisted of no cheese.
How strange are dreams! I dreamed the other night
A dream that made me tremble,
Not with fear, but with a kind of strange reality;
My supper, though late, consisted of no cheese.
Labels: bad poetry, cheese, J. Gordon Coogler, poetry
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