Three In the Morning!

It’s three in the morning, and I’m half-asleep; Thinking of things’ none of them deep. Pictures are flashing before my eyes, Some very pretty, others make me sigh. An innocent vision, has become quite grotesque, A twist in my mind, has unsettled a nest, Of large killer spiders, climbing onto my bed, A bite on my body could render me dead. I wake with a start, sweat pouring from me, Dashing downstairs I make a quick cup of tea. Suitably refreshed, my sanity restored, I return to my room, the dream I ignore. Drifting once more, my mind takes a turn, I’m wandering beside, a wee Scottish burn. I’ve slipped on the pathway, and I’ve fallen in, Only to notice, a very large fin; Rapidly approaching at an awesome pace, My head goes under, and I see its face. ‘Jaws’ is a minnow in comparison to this; He’s going to give me, a razor sharp kiss. With teeth descending, to take a large lump, Of flesh from my body, when suddenly, thump! I’ve fallen out of bed; it’s a wonderful thing; Saved by the bell by my alarm clock’s ring.