Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

[fr_defenestrato]

This is the story of my Monday:

I woke in hell this morning, with my neck
still dreaming of my brethren's sofa bed,
which loved it nor a bushel nor a peck
but labored valiantly to leave it dead;
I dropped my wailing cat off with his doc
to get his shots. At work, my laptop dies—
with zero connectivity—the clock
is ticking on my deadline, and, surprise!
my intern snuck out early, saying naught
and leaving his assignment incomplete.
To say that I am seriously distraught
's like saying Cap'n Crunch is somewhat sweet.
I grab my cat. He tells it like it is:
My day was nowhere near as bad as his.