Wake Awake Poem by Ima Ryma

I had a dream that I did fall
From a ladder and hit my head.
Passersby, my body did haul
Back home, thinking that I was dead.
My wife told them to set me on
The kitchen table, and then told
Them to leave, and then they were gone.
My wife went to the oven cold,
And lit it up, then said to me,
'I know that you would want a wake'
'With a fancy meat dish to be.'
'I need to borrow meat to bake.'

I did wake up just as my wife
Approached me with a carving knife.