Oh joyous and delicious croissant
How my pace quickens
When I see you as a menu option
Thine buttery, flaky exterior
Coaxed to even greater perfection
When toasted just so
Can transform
Even the most god-awful shrimp salad
Into a finger-licking treat
The Vogons would like to have a word with you.
February, O February
Still so dark and dreary
I have PMS, my hair’s a mess
I feel a little teary
Chocolate to cure my blues
Just means zit ensues
My tongue is fuzzy
The bathroom’s scuzzy
I can’t find my new shoes
It’s only Monday, oh no,
Four more days to go
My inbox is full
My account is empty
I’ve no holiday glow
The only thing that makes
This dismal day better
As the rain pours down
Making a soggy day wetter
Is the six-pound furry thing
That rests in my arms
It’s hard to type a post here
But I love her anyway.
Thank you, thank you.