Gingerbread Monster

I wake up in the morning,
And stretch with all my might,
My mind is quite alive
From my rather fearful night.

I dreamt I was myself one day,
In a house I didn't know,
I dreamt I couldn't leave this house,
Or it wouldn't let me go.

I dreamt there was a gingerbread man,
A mighty biscuit monster,
And it came upon this house I was,
And caused a bloody disaster!

It raged and tore between the bricks,
And wailed at my sight,
I must admit if I needed a poo,
I'd have done one from the fright.

But then this mighty, luscious treat,
Looked down upon my head,
And as it was about to eat me,
I woke up in my bed.