On A Present

A gift for you I went to buy A present priced, though, not too high. What pity that an iron gadget Reduced by rust, looks simply wretched. And yet I want to spend some money. Just for good measure I shall, honey, Add something else, a funny story. If I had only, I am sorry, An antique that you'd really like! But then: what good to you my pike? The Munich stein there, on this shelf, Its lion head deformed a strike. The Buddha I am keeping for myself. And you don't like my butterfly collection Brought once from China by a friend. Oh no, the couch and dining section Are just too big for me to send. Also, I bought them on a loan. Alas! All yesternight I rent My brains, what of my own I could give you. Did not sleep at all Checked the hours like a cop But finally I found this small Lousy bit of thingumbob. But I loved to stay awake for you. Do now what I could not do: Sleep in your bed, Do not forget Seven sleepless hours represents this piece. Rob me of more hours, please.