Last night I woke up from a dream,
To realise, that it was not what it seemed,
My companion for my relaxed hours,
Was wet through and through…
No I had not done it…
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:
I totalled the time,
That flew past the chime,
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40