Philip G. Bell

I pieced this together whilst I was in bed. My eyes were all bleary, My nose was quite red.

The ceiling was spinning, I was feeling quite sick. Whilst pink spinning elephants Were performing a trick.

Please stop, I cried. I want to get off. I called to a gentleman, He looked like a toff.

But a penguin it was, Dressed in Top Hat and Tails. We were floating on an Iceberg, Surrounded by whales.

And my bed as it spun, Slipped on the ice. And a whale opened wide, And said, "That looks nice".

I jumped for my life, As the bed went before, And I hit my head, On the bedroom door.

Ah, sweet dreams! Bluebirds and stars! And fluffy white clouds, That look just like cars.

Will carry me through, ‘til the morning doth break, When I know that I’ll need something, For a pounding head-ache.

Late Philip G. Bell: He was born in West London and became a professional in the field of vibration and acoustics. He was awarded a Fellowship of the Society of Environmental Engineers. He has written poetry, short stories and a children's novel. He also founded The Young Poet Society. He has published a novel, "The Elfin Child," which is available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble and at www.elfinchild.com In December 2013, he was diagnosed with terminal Motor Neuron Disease and died in 2015.