A short poem

When I wake in the morning I'm in grumpy mode.
The taste in my mouth is like I've been sucking a toad.
I get out of my bed and I go brush my chompers.
Then I put on my clothes and go strap on my stompers.
Great black hitops they are with strong toes made of steel.
My tootsies feel safe in them, and thats a good deal.
Next I make my huge bed with its bed spread and sham.
Then I clomp to the fridge for immitation ham.
I then go to work where I slave hard all day long.
For a tiny pay check that makes me say, "thats just wrong!"
Then I go home as fast as my big feet can carry.
And I see my dear sweety which makes my day merry.