Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHAT BOBBIE DREAMED, by DOROTHY HAIGHT


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WHAT BOBBIE DREAMED, by                    
First Line: Please let me in, st. Peter
Last Line: For letting me come through.
Subject(s): Dreams; Heaven; Nightmares; Paradise


Please let me in, St. Peter;
I will polish up the harps,
I will teach the most unmusical
To play in flats and sharps;
I will comb the prophets' whiskers,
And curl the cherub's hair,
I will make a brand new cushion
For Archangel Michael's chair;
I will iron out the togas,
I will oil your keys for you;
I will be such a useful lad
If you will let me through!

You will not let me enter?
Now, St. Peter, shame on you!
I may have been a bad, bad boy
But you were naughty too --
How about that little rooster
That went "cock-a-doodle doo?"

Later

Thanks very much, St. Peter,
For letting me come through.





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