Out For A Run

I'm happy you're in bed, all cosy and warm. 

I'm fighting this villain out in a storm.

He's 7 foot tall and wearing all kind of armours. 

But suddenly, I think of you wearing pyjamas.

I imagine you're doing a really cute yawn.

For an oath to you and good I have sworn.

And from that image, courage is born. 

I take my dagger and lunge for their neck

Moments later, they lie dead on the deck. 

So I clean up the mess, every last speck. 

Now it's 6 am and you're up for a coffee. 

And it looks like these thugs, might just off me. 

But just as they attack, I start to remember,

How in the morning, you're ever so tender. 

So I bludgeon them quickly one by one. 

Just in time for you to call to say. 

'Hey Sweetie where have you gone?'

'Don't worry Babe, I was just out for a run.'