Poem

I wrote an interesting poem today. Here it goes:

I loaded up my truck on a cold winter night, but, oh, then, what a plight.
The gusty wind blew the presents away, and to gather them all would take many a day.
I started to say,"How could I have let the presents blow away?"
I pounded my knees once, twice, then some more.
I pounded the ground and I pounded the floor. I pounded my head, but then, instead, I thought, what's just as good as the presents I'd recently bought?
A jet with a phone and a black-headset? Too much money.
How 'bout a visit from me? No, I'm much too funny.
With a feeling of despair on my inside, I sat down and cried.
But then I thought, I'm not the dullest blade of grass in the yard, so I'll give you this handwritten birthday card.