Half an hour until the alarm goes off,
Could the situation become any sadder?
I was quite blissfully sound asleep,
Until Sammy pounced upon my bladder.
The local stores had all run out,
Looked like my weekend would be a drag.
Stubbed my toe and after swearing,
Found a six-pack inside a reusable bag!
I wrote a poem,
On this fine morn,
Couldn’t post it here,
It read like porn!
No one really loves me,
Should’a learned that soona.
Perhaps my kitten loves me!
Or she’s just using me for tuna…
Buying art is a wonderful rush,
Masterpieces in a brand new home.
I heard a Monet sold for 84 million,
How the heck do I sell a poem?