Whet Blanket (5/3/2018) No solid steel for our valiant hero No ancient hammer forged by the gods Just a dreamer and his blanket Much sharper than any cloth Arriving by way of dream dust Through the billows of soft clouds He flies in through the valley To save the helpless town With monsters and demons right and left He raises his weapon with a mighty heft Neither axe nor bow nor magic ward His blanket becomes his sharpened sword Be it dragon’s fire or Orcish steel Goblinite armor or enchanted shields He strikes them down with steadfast might His blanket protecting him all through the night And when the warm sun starts to rise And when he wakes with sleepy eyes He faces yet another noble quest To wash his blanket, now soaken wet The moral, you see, is plainly clear Don’t drink water before bed, my dear