Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Fever Dream

There was a fever in my head.

I decided I needed rest,

And at last fell asleep in bed.

Then began a bad dream that messed

With the well being of my mind.

I was on board a spooky ship,

When attacked by the undead kind,

Who chased me 'round, trying to rip

The flesh from my body. And why?

Because just bones they all did be,

And wanted my fresh flesh supply.

Thank goodness the clock wakened me.

There weren't that many undead, true,

Must have been a skeleton crew.