A pangolin

Wishful Thinking

A poem, a poem! I'll write a poem!
Then I'll get rich and buy a home.

With eighteen rooms, a swimming pool,
A throne, a moat, a jesting fool,

A tower twenty stories high,
A telescope to scan the sky,

A private theater to view
Home movies like the starlets do!

And bathrooms made of solid gold
And medics so I won't grow old.

In short, I'll have the perfect life
Completely free of stress and strife.

Just one thing's left, then it's all mine.
I simply need to end this...