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.
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