garfield set off into the woods
beyond the valley of latent sin
on his back laid minimal goods

such scarcity's what pulled him in
outside the gate, losing hope
but remembering what lies therein

he fastens a pulley with his rope
a sudden sense of confidence born
the lasagna he desired, within his scope

he treks to the land of the forlorn
many mondays have come and gone
of which now he forgets to mourn

in his sight, a dog obscuring the dawn
go back, Odie said, in desperation
go further to the inferno, begone

and so he traveled in desperation
he was nearly there, he could tell
Inferno, his final destination

I hate mondays, and cat hell.