Dream: From Ten to Ten

When I go to bed at ten, 

I saw in my dreams a den. 

There stands a boy name Ben, 

Holding in his hand a copy and a pen, 

Carefully drawing the picture of a hen. 

That valley may look like a fen, 

Where soldiers were marching-in lead by a Gen. 

Boy thought this would be beyond his ken. 

Little further were huts of men, 

They were holding drugs and oen-. 

Boy reported all this to the Sen, 

And received a reward of a few Yen. 

He donated it all to the temple of Zen. 

This dream vanished when I awoke at ten.