In the Great Land of Nod

Mr. Nod yearned for his comfy bed.
He lived in the great Land of Nod,
In a sleepy town called Sod,
At home in his cottage, Sleepy Socks,
Where he didn’t want to be disturbed
And he didn’t own any alarm clocks.

Mr. Nod was feeling a little tired
And sleep he so much desired.
He awoke early in the night
With noisy meowing cats and squeaking bats
And no matter how much he tried
He couldn’t find the great Land of Nod.

Mr. Nod yearned for his comfy bed;
It was made by the brothers Bod
In the sleepy town of Clod.
His bed was made of fluffy stuff;
He liked to sleep in a comfy bed,
Somewhere to rest his sleepy head.

Mr. Nod was feeling a little tired
And sleep he so much desired.
He awoke early on the second night
With noisy hooting owls and mooing cows
And no matter how much he tried,
He couldn’t find the Land of Nod.

Mr. Nod yearned for his comfy bed.
He fell asleep holding onto a fishing rod,
Fishing off the fishy Isle of Plod.
Little did he know as he nodded off
That he had caught a gigantic fish
And it had pulled him far out to sea.

The fish got away and laughed
And the boat drifted back to the shore.
Mr. Nod didn’t awaken till the third night.
As the calming waves had kept him asleep
And when he awoke in the great Land of Nod,
Mr. Nod looked around and smiled…

Copyright © 2021 Daniel Divine



CDC&TR POEM 3 CDC&TR POEM1