Over the rainbow,
may your dream be
a wise scarecrow
who sets you free;

a kiss from a frog
who’d been a prince
and lived in a bog—
a king ever since;

perchance a bean
swapped for a cow,
wonder foreseen
someday, somehow.

Fun roads to take
till you’re awake.

Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhyming, humorous poetry. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, he has also been published by Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, 50 Word Stories, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived with dogs and cats underfoot in Mesa, AZ, over twenty-five years.

Editor’s Note: This poem is a slightly modified presentation of a “minison,” which you can learn more about at theminisonproject.com.