A wierd dream

Sunday 30 ^th January 2011

My Camera walks,
my clock sings,
my closet smells a pie,
my bin protests,
my pen starts to roll,
my labtop starts to fly,
my album tugs on to my teddy which fights back.
Everything is a disaster.
Then my favorite glass jar drags himself out of the shelf,
and when I try to catch it....
IT WAS ONLY A DREAM!!!!