Let's Make a Deal

It's around eight o'clock,
to your comfy couch I flock,
and I wait for you to sit down.

I climb on your lap
while you stretch for a nap,
flipping through channels absently.

But it's then that you see
that man named Howie,
and you sit up straight in your seat.

There's twenty-six ladies smiling,
and then Howie is dialing
to find out what the myterious Banker has to say.

Howie asks his infamous question,
hands steepled per his discretion,
and you wait anxiously for the response.

"No Deal?!" you scream and jump off the seat,
Into the air I fly, head over feet,
shot like a canon off of the couch.

This is why I do not like Deal or No Deal:
The screams, shouts, or squeals,
and also flying is just not my thing.

So let's make a deal:
You stay seated and simply clap
while I get cozy and take a nap.