(This was just my sister and I messing around one morning, describing how she hates to make peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches at our mom's house.)
I had a dream
that the good bread was back
But when I awoke
I found I was wrong
I had a dream
that the good jelly was there
But then I woke up
to unfortunate despair
I had a dream
that the knives were clean
But upon waking
I learned they were not
Jane Meyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-darkviolet-i-had-a-dream/
