Poetic Flow?

I don’t stalk you,I just noticed your last visit day was but only 24 hours ago.And uh,Where’s your poems?Ill be honest,You got my hopes up,For a sexy poem,That’ll turn me on,Oh yeah. But for real,Your uh,Writing,Is pretty good,So like,You got my hopes up,And I finally got a biscuit.FUCK!Another one of these poems about rambling on?No I like story time better Once upon a time,In a far away land,There was a lad,Who was a man.Now please keep in mind,I’ll rhyme man with can,Because my rhyming,Is over all damned.  Anyway,I change my mind,This story’s about a girl,With a huge behind. She had brown hair,And brown eyes,She was full of love and care,But one day her heart died. See she pranced along the path,She should’a known something was off,There was something wrong with the grass,There was something wrong with the river and bass. Over all the forest was sketchy,But she kept going to re-live her past. A nasty wolf in a convertible came to her side,‘Hello little girl,Do you want a ride?’ She paused in thought,And noticed the ride looked nice,But something in her fought,That if she went along she’d pay a price.  ‘Nah,I’m good’ She replied,With all politeness,The wolf said ‘bye’  For Grandma was waiting,She was hungry and cold,So the little girl pranced off,With her bread covered in mold. But Grandma expected much,
Of this basket weaved in gold,She expected delectable treats,She expected a great dinner to meet. But the little girl was incapable,It was her first homemade meal,She had thought grandma knew,That this dish would make her stomach reel.  As she crossed the river to grandma’s,A line of magic seeds was what made her pause. ‘FUCK’ a boy screamed,He was chasing a squirrel,Who had obviously came to eat. See the squirrel had eaten the path,For poor little Jack,And Jack had no way home.But luck is really what he lacked.  The boy flew after the squirrel,But the squirrel was to fast,
This started out as a light little quarrel, And ended with a dead Jack. Then it hit the girl,She had been his Jill,But it was far too late,Because he was now killed. So she looked upon the ground, Sad beaten and tattered.And continued to grandmas,While the wolf looked upon his new tasty platter. See the wolf wanted vengeance,Since the girl rejected him,The wolf had no inner conscience,So the punishment would be tearing her limb from limb.  She finally made it to grandmas,Boy it was a long trip,The minute she took a mouthful,Her heart began to tip. She expected so much more,Of the little girl,She expected cake,Not something going to make her hurl. She yelled in irritation,Because the girl gave the real food,To a different Disney animation,Fuckin Winey The Poo.  The fat yellow thing,Stole the girls heart,And even presented her a ring,While grandma fell apart. Grandma cried,While the girl gave her treats to someone else. Grandma said she needed to die,While the girl baked cookies and apple pies.  But grandma found a new delivery girl,It was the girl’s favorite lie… Panokio The girl and the doll,
were friends long before anyone else,Grandma and them all. But grandma wanted the doll,And the doll wanted grandma, The girl fell ill from envy,And the wolf ate at the envy while she lay on her hammock.  ‘Whata ugly fuck.”The wolf would muse,But with the girl’s luck,The grandma aged well and was cute. All the while the fat ass,I mean Winny the poo,Sat in the back,Wondering what to do. Finally the wolf got bored,Bored of playing,He wanted to move on,He was sick of being Mr. Waiting.  So the wolf left,And left the girl more heartbroken,But then she noticed the bear,And never felt so unspoken. The bear had been there all along,Just waiting for the stories to come poring out,And she put everything into a painful song,And sang it while the bear held her strong. Grandma worked with her delivery puppet,The wolf would stop by to say ‘Fuck it!’But over all,The bear made the big hit. And the girl?You’re all wondering?Well every once in awhile she fall into this red and black swirl,With the smell of moldy bread, ,Magic seeds in the shapes of pearls.The rumble of a truck And maybe..Just a bit of…KLJDFJKLASDFJPOETICFLOWKLSDJFDFSTEVELASDHFJKLAFRAYGKLADKLFERDIEKLAFLDJKSFFUCKASKLDFLKASDFWORSTSTORYLINESD