Voluptuary

Food chewed
And digesting
Drink quaffed
And through the plumbing
Then the
Nap of belching
Grunting
In the map
Of dreams
He turned over
Where he was
Deeper of a
Snorer
Breakfast appeared
Before awaking
It was nearer midnight
By the
Ticking
Many phony eggs were
Breaking
But a real nose was sniffing