There was once a guy named Trey
That woke up in a good mood every day.
He rises and shines, stretches and farts
Just waiting for his awesomeness and prowess to start!
Although His mood rises high with the sun
And His twisted crazy minds so full of fun
To the dismay of many others and love of none
He is loud and boisterous, to the consternation of some
They all want to kill him
When their coffee is slow
They’re grumpy and murderous and make plans to lay him
They can’t understand why he wakes in high gear
Jumping, obnoxious, grinning ear to ear
They all wish They could choke him and pummel his head
Their lack of caffeine make them all want him dead
Why oh why can’t They be Happy like Trey
Who’s glad to be blessed with another great day
They’re just jealous that a man can smile and hum
When the morning breaks under the glory of sun.
He does not fault them nor wish no ill fate
He bids all Good Morning with a wink and a jape.
So in parting
I give this poem So lame
Trying to get a smile or vulgarity or kinda the same…
P.s Sorry, I haven’t had my coffee either…