It took me a while to remember waking early in the morning

Way too early for my liking

The silence was striking

The birds weren't singing

I had been dreaming of a fantasy

What my mind yearned for was a mystery

My nose smelled something like a ghostly cup of coffee or tea

So down the stairs, like a mad hatter, I flee

And without care flew down them at great speed

I tripped and fell, there was a crash bang wallop, I don't recall landing on my head

You might think it was ironic, that I woke up next to a priest on a hospital bed

In future, it will be important that I remember, less haste, more speed

Footnote:

Picture1 poem is an attempt at rhyming.