Great, Just Great! Poem by Denis Martindale

Five o'clock and day was dawning,
God tapped me on the head,
While it was a brand new morning,
I'd rather sleep instead...
'Oh, no, you don't! ' said God aloud,
'Get up, your poem's here! '
With no more sleep to be allowed,
I stood up with no cheer!

I made some coffee right away,
I needed it real bad,
I drank it black without delay,
My word, that made me sad...
Computer on, Wordpad began,
The title typed and so,
From here on in, I had no plan,
I knew not where to go...

The poem prompted me again,
So I yawned as I typed...
A tiger sauntered in and then
I wrote how it was striped...
The black, the gold, the black, the gold,
With frowns above his eyes,
Such that the poem smiled now told,
While I was full of sighs...

Computer off, then back to bed,
Still yawning long and deep,
Back into Dreamland I then fled,
To catch up on my sleep...
My sweetheart waited my return,
My dreamgirl looked so fine...
Then my alarm helped me to learn
That it was almost nine...

Alas, I was now late, of course,
They sacked me on the spot!
Escorting me outside by force,
To see the parking lot...
So now I sleep the whole night through
As well as all day long,
You see, there's not much else to do,
When everything's gone wrong...