I slept with the depth of a winter bear
And dreamt summer beaches
And the sand which's there
And hungered for a picnic
Of sandwiches there,
But the sand witches there
Got into my sandwiches there
And the sand which's there
Got into my sandwiches there
So the sand witches there
Into my sandwiches there
Got sand in the sand witches
From the sandwiches there,
But for my hunger to repair
I ate the sand witches there
With the sand which's there
On the sandwiches there
On the sand which's there;
After all I was a bear.


2003

Danny Draper

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barely-summer/