Happy Dead

This is a poem all rhyming with dead,
I thought that i'd make it happy instead,
So i search through the thoughts inside my head,
Then i got a headache and went to bed,
I woke up and my thoughts had fled,
So i went for a walk and took my sled,
Then i realized i had misread,
What the weather reporter had said,
And it said rainy to my dread,
I feel as though i have been lead,
Away from the thin thread,
Of sense that this poem's spread,
I really want this to be read,
And the only rhyme i have left is Ted,
Ohh wait another has the go ahead,
And now my brain has been shred,
And then i was left completely dead!