Ferryn the wanderer complained,
"Nothing sweet ever happens to me," and went to pull up the sheets--which were silk, but felt like burlap--
Wrapped her arms around her pillow--which was down, but felt like a stone--
And tossed off to sleep.
She dreamt that her bed had filled up with mangoes,
That bananas and oranges bounced in off the window sills, and fell from her overflowing dresser drawers;
She wore pineapple rings on every finger,
And a river of cream flowed in every open space
With sugar confection gondoliers floating by singing opera.
As if that were not enough,
When the cream seas got rough, she was rescued by a most remarkable chocolate mermaid who gave her caramel kisses.
Ferryn the dreamer woke up laughing so delightedly that she woke the dog,
Who ran into the hallway and brought back his toy, thinking that his Mistress had lost her mind and that he'd better act fast.
He was right, you know,
Become Ferryn the joyful,
Ferryn the mad,
Ferryn gone sweet,
Now, is that so bad?