Dream

Scrumptious lady 

Of my dream 

Becomes exasperated 

At the Stentorian roar 

Of alarm clock.

Detaching her 

Contour from 

The armory 

Of my cwtch, 

She famishes me 

With the hunger 

Of love. 

Though 

I try to stop her gallop, 

She tramples 

The clock to deterioration.

I become rame 

And eyes force me 

To return from 

The land of nod.