I smother my alarm while I lay,
This bed is softer than ten bales of hay.
Frigid and wet, I'm bathing in a intimidating spray.
My breakfast is blacker than this serving tray.
The fray on my face, I shave in disarray.
I scramble outside and in my utter dismay.
My keys are laying on that crispy breakfast tray.
A young man with blue eyes approaches me with a Mocking Jay.
He hands me a splintered box and states, " A word you must not say"
I wake up out of haze and say, "Damn, I was roused by Hunger Games Foreplay!"
*Step back from your screen and see the form of a keyhole take shape ;-)