Eddie In Bed is a poem by Michael Rosen. In this poem, he explains his late son named Eddie (as a baby) having a nightmare.
This poem comes from the book, Quick, Let's Get Out of Here.
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DISCLAIMER: This is a transcript for a video of Michael performing the poem/book, not a transcript from the actual poem/book itself.
Eddie In Bed.
Eddie In Bed - Kids' Poems and Stories With Michael Rosen
Sometimes, I look really tired. Because you see when most people are fast asleep, I hear, WAAAH! That's the baby, Eddie. So I get out of bed, and go into his room, and he's sitting up in bed, and he has these nightmares. Not, nightmares like you have, like um... Dracula biting your head off or something, he has nightmares about people taking food away from him. So one night, I go in there, and he's sitting up in bed, lifting his arms above his head and banging them down screaming, "I WANT MY BISCUITS! I WANT MY BISCUITS!" Now, if you can imagine that, you can also imagine, that at this time, he was sleeping in the same bed as his brother, who was six. And you have to imagine his brother's head is right next to Eddie's hip. Think about it. Eddie's hands go up above his head, and WHAM! down by side right on Joe's head. "I WANT MY BISCUITS! I WANT MY BISCUITS!" So Joe, lifts his head up and says, "What's going on?" WHAM! "I WANT MY BISCUITS!" WHAM! "I WANT MY BISCUITS!" "What's going on?" WHAM! "Stop Eddie!" Wham back, POOF! "I WANT MY BISCUITS!" WHAM!
"Okay fellas," I say. "Okay, cut it out!" And I lift Eddie up, and I take him into our bed. (facepalm) What a stupid thing to do. You see, most people sleep with their head on the pillow, and their feet at the other end of the bed. When Eddie comes into our bed, he sleeps with his head next to his mother's head, and his feet in my ear. And you have to imagine that those feet sticking in my ear, and those toes. Those toes are going, *wiggly, wiggly, wiggly, wiggly* down my ear all night. So, by the time I get up in the morning, I'm very tired and very cross. But I can always get my own back on him in the morning 'cause, hehehe! He hates having his nappy done.
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- This is the last poem about Eddie Rosen.