Wolverine and tangerine in a pink flamingo dream

For some nights I sleep serene
and others, nightmares where I scream
and the worst of all is pure spleen

As pink flamingos on the lake
pecking as I lie prostrate
I thrash and shout and remonstrate
in terror when I fail to wake

Soon comes my death, closed
the coffin lid ,awake I lie in still repose
my greatest fear and dread that grows
my demise has been disclosed, not the end I chose

Now comes dreaded curse
a warewolf scratching at the earth
ravenous for flesh, what could be worse!
or transport in a tangerine hurse