Today is rather shitty,
The day is grey and gritty;
It really is a pity
That I'm here.
My work is bloody boring,
With my boss I am a-warring;
It makes me feel like roaring
For a beer.
But there may yet be a beam
Of hope to light this sorry scene,
Which might just about redeem
This crappy day.
Namely, later, home I'll hurry,
Round the kitchen I shall flurry
And I'll make myself a curry
So, hurray!
LandersUK
You started it first by wriitng your poem!

Ooooooooooooh curry!