Wet Pajamas

Once I had an awful dream.
It makes me nervous yet.
I suffered through an incident
I just cannot forget.

I drank a lot before I slept,
about a quart or two,
some root beer floats, a glass of milk
and lots of water, too.

I went to bed and fell asleep
and dreamed some peaceful dreams
of splashing waves and waterfalls
and gently running streams.

When I awoke I realized
my sheets were soaking wet.
So was I, from head to toe.
I knew it wasn't sweat!

Then my dad walked in my room
and he began to laugh.
He laughed so hard he doubled up.
He nearly bent in half.

I was cold and shivering
and really turning red,
so Dad stood up, composed himself,
and this is what he said:

"Son, you had an accident,
but not the kind you think.
It's water from your waterbed,
not what you had to drink."

"You left some scissors on the bed.
They must have made a hole.
Now hurry up and take a bath
before you catch a cold!"

Copyright; Albert Van Hoogmoed
Email: vanh6@aol.com