Happy Prime Day (Or My Sense Of Humor When I Stay Up Too Late)

In 36 minutes

The world goes on sale

And you can buy with a click

A big TV

Or game machine

Or even a bigger… machine.

You can spend

With a plastic card

From a company that travels to Venus

But you’ll still seek

A solution to

Your very tiny… bank account.

I didn’t mean

For this poem to be

This amount of long,

But then I thought

Of way too many

Things that rhyme with… ya know?

And so I end

With a big salute

To anyone named Morgan

And wish you

Happy Prime Day

And a poetic male organ.

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