See, see the generous sky
Marvel at its big hot pink depths.
Tell me, Monty, do you
Wonder why the cat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
Makes you feel moody.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your knarf facial growth
That looks like
What’s more, it knows
Your schlitz potting shed
Smells of gnome.
Everything under the big generous sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm cretins.
Still alive? Didn’t gnaw off your leg? Great! Thanks for reading my poem. (I don’t mean to brag, but it’s third-worst in the galaxy.)