Dream_From Ten to Ten

When I go to bed at ten,
I saw in my dream a den.
There was standing a boy name ben,
Having 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 led 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,
He received a reward of few yen,
He donated all of it to the temple of zen.
This dream vanished when I awoke at ten.