A Typical Day

My typical day, some may call it crazy.

I laugh and laugh,
And laugh some more.
I took a walk,
To a store
I tried on a shirt, but it didn't fit,
Trying to get it off, I pulled until it tore.

Panicking, I ran out,
Knocking everything over.
Now my luck is good,
Because I found a clover.
Until I ate it...
My new name's Rover.

I saw a person with pretty long hair,
So I started to play with it.
She screamed at me to get away,
But I didn't, until I saw I was bit.
Later I realized that I had bit myself...
So I had a fit.

They took me away in a big white truck...
Until we got to the place that was also all white.
My arms are crossed,
They're really tight.
I want to get out,
I try with all my might.

But it's just wasting energy,
So I say, "Help me!
Get me out!"
The clock I have to see,
I'm going to be late for an appointment.
Oh well, "Hehe."