Analysis of Greatest Poem Ever Written

Last night in bed
I wrote the greatest poem ever written.
It kept running through my head
and I beamed with pride at
having outperformed every poet
alive or dead.

You were asleep, and I didn't have the heart
to move your head from my chest so I could
jot it down.

Soon I fell asleep
and the poem flew away
and buried itself in an
unmarked grave, totally forgotten.

I never remembered a word of it
and I really don't care
because you were warm and
fit me perfectly.