Dreams

Dreams are wierd, they only come at night,
It may be your destiny, may be your plight,
You might be sleeping , but then you will pass,
wake up in a hurry with your finger in ya arse.

Scary as they seem they always do appear,
Back every night to create a fear,
In every one who dares to sleep it off well,
It gives them the frights and the nightmares of hell.

Sometimes they are wet and sometimes dry,
Some make ya laugh and some make you cry,
Talking in your sleep and thats just the start,
Sleep walkin as we see it is considered an art.

Getting rid of these dreams is yet another task,
You'll feel like Michael Jackson with a monkey's mask,
Waking up at night and eating a cup of corn,
Listening to Aerosmith singing 'Dream on'