When I am wide awake,
I feel a slight earthquake.
I put some dough on bake
And eat some cake.
I drive a car of good make,
Having trouble with brake.
I seem to see a deadly snake,
Which makes me shake.
My life is now at stake.
Oh, for goodness sake,
I find it is actually a fake,
As falls the snowflake,
And on the frozen lake,
I cannot see any drake.
Then I put down the rake,
From the trunk I did take,
Trying to hit the snake.