"The Dream", by Hector

The Dream

I dreamt of something cool,

I dreamt of a perfect school,

I dreamt of another rhyme,
Rhyming with cool,

I dreamt that the clouds could be eaten like cotton candy,

I dreamt of finally being lucky,

I dreamt of never loosing my pen,

I dreamt of having an army of men,

I dreamt of the science teacher never saying “Forum!”,

I’ve dreamt of finally ending this poem.

Hector Cartier