A "C" Rime, Part II

As promised, here’s another C:
This poem’s Continuation.
But sleep prevails o’er rhyming tales,
...Forgive the abbreviation.

Coleridge gave his Mariner
A bad run in Part II --
Heat increased, bird deceased...
What’s a guy to do?

This sequel isn’t half as bad,
Though humidity’s a beast.
The ‘Net’s still free, as is TV,
They even change my sheets. (not quite a rhyme - too near bedtime)

The mightiest of Cs has been
The one of crimson hue:
Thanks to the Red Cross debit card,
‘Tis sea, not me, that’s blue. (a grammar slip, "I" hope you'll skip...)

Best of all, the profs emerged
Preventing Consternation.
The Mariner now has three forms
For psych course registration.

Last, the lease was signed today:
Bed, bath, communal den.
No slimy bugs, nor moth-bit rugs,
Just two crabs moving in.

So, Samuel’s poor chap and I
Concur upon this matter:
That which does not kill you
Makes damn good wedding chatter.

*Zzzzz*