Outside and above my head goes billowed smoke,
Wake up and rise, my pillow spoke.
My pillow was wise,
was it steam or smoke?
Didn’t matter, like that cloud, I rose.
I rose with Rose, when she gets me to rise, it’s a bit steamy.
A bit creamy, with sugar cravings, shaving me with whipped cream,
I thought it was a bit odd,
killing me sweetly, I called her a female Sweeney Todd.