I woke up as every day of the year. Well,
I don't know why I've got this awkward feeling
Something strange would happen here. To make it clear,
I spent a very good night sleeping, dreaming
Of clouds and people I missed for a long time.
So, when the sun set its first sunbeams, shinning
As usual, I opened my eyes great clear
And started my breakfast ritual. A ring
Called my attention at the hall - I dropped a lime
So to run and open the entrance door - ping!
Too fast ! A short shot hurt my head (that will swell) -
But I'm OK! A small bruise is not the thing
I discovered landing fore me - that did fell.
"What ?!?" I said to myself "Why would a drone stop
in front of my house and leave random parcels ?"
Thus, such an artificial fly left a gift,
Composed of a letter and a big box - plop! -.
I wasn't expecting any consignment,
Nevertheless my curiosity led flop
The bits of alert I usually keep - lift
the scotch-bands and first opened the small fragment -
I only extracted guidebooks (not marvels)
Conceived exclusively with droll drawings -
the big box then cracked by itself in a bang -
A puppet startled from it with those sayings :
"Stop dreaming, nut !!". At that time my clock rang ...