Dreaming.....

Young Paddy’s Dream.

‘ Dad’ said young Paddy, at breakfast time,

‘I had a bad dream and woke up cryin’,

Your mother, my Granny, she died last night,

The dream seemed so real, that I got a bad fright’.

‘ You can’t believe dreams’ answered his dad,

‘It might have seemed real, and made you feel sad,

But Granny is healthy, so there’s no need to fret,

The dream it was caused, by something you ate’.

The telephone rang, bad news from dad’s brother,

‘It’s terrible John, it’s about your old mother,

She died in her sleep, she suffered no pain,

The funeral’s not fixed, so I’ll ring you again’.

The following morning, was just like the last,

Young Paddy is saddened, he looks so downcast,

‘I dreamt of Aunt Kate, and that she died too,

I hope Uncle Pete doesn’t phone to tell you’.

‘ Too much coincidence’ stresses his dad,

The phone doesn’t ring, he is ever so glad,

However, the postman, he drops in a letter,

Aunt Kate, she is ill, and she may not get better.

Aunt Kate, she died too, the Lord rest her soul,

Old Dad, he is worried, Young Pad’s on a roll,

‘ The odds against that’  Dad says under his breath,

‘Must be fifty to one, if I’d had a bet’.

The third morning came, Dad waits with alarm,

Young Paddy comes down, Dad puts on the charm,

‘ Well son’ he asks Paddy, ‘have you any bad news’

Pad looks, but don’t speak, as he puts on his shoes.

‘I dreamt’ Paddy says, ‘of an old black crow,

That sat on my bed, and spoke soft and low,

He told me my dad, would die today,

I’m sorry for you dad, are you going away?’

Dad couldn’t speak, he said not a word,

He drove off to work, his vision seemed blurred,

He kept out of trouble, he just couldn’t think,

Then straight back home, with not one single drink.

‘What a horrible day’ ,  Dad said to his wife,

‘ Had a terrible time, was afraid for my life,

‘And what about me’ the wife’s eyes open wide,

‘ The milkman he slipped, broke his neck, and has died’.

-------------Mike-----------------