Keep Your Mind On A Leash

I was going to write a poem about me,
But then I had to make some earl grey tea.
So I thought I might make it about Steve,
Or how his one armed friend groped Yve.
I wanted to make it magic
But anything I do always ends up quite tragic.
If I wrote about The Crüe,
I would have no proof that what I’d said was trüe.
This poem is boring
And by now you’re probably snoring.
It’s not my fault my creative way
Has bloody well gone astray;
It wasn’t in the toaster
Or behind my Queen poster.
You see, this was never supposed to be quirky or funny.
My other poem got stuck in the honey,
And the honey was stolen by Taylar
Who then sold it to a sailor.
So now I can no longer just sit,
For I must go on a long journey to fetch it.
I bid you farewell,
We shall meet again someday,
When I am out of this hell.