when i was younger and couldn't sleep, my mother would play a tape of jack prelutsky poems. and most of the time, i still couldn't fall asleep. i mean, he's a genius. something wrong if you don't wet the bed before you fall asleep listening to him.

the visitor

it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse

first it slapped my sister
then it kicked my dad
then it pushed my mother
oh! that really made me mad

it went and tickled rover
and terrified the cat
it sliced apart my necktie
and rudely crushed my hat

it smeared my head with honey
and filled the tub with rocks
and when i yelled in anger
it stole my shoes and socks

that's just the way it happened
it happened all today
before it bowed politely
and softly went away