Am I poet and don't even know it?

Romance:
It could have been bad
Aren't you glad, even a tad?
That you're not involved with a cad.
Driving you raving mad.
Now you don't have wear plaid,
or be scantily clad
In a newspaper ad.

The romance.
has been enhanced.
When you ignored the song and dance.
You took a chance.
All that is left is the Apache devil dance.
Maybe a folk dance,
If you don't want to break dance.


Sex:
Don't have Sex.
With an Ex.
They'll send you a perplexity of text.
Wanting to see you next.

Avoid the Ex.
If she has an axe.
Be wary if you object,
When she scratches the neck, this Ex.
She wants the checks.

If you're are going to have sex.
Don't do on the desks.
It's complex.

Go to Another:
I'm not like the others.
The truckin truckers.
The cuttin cutters.
The lovers under covers.
If I had my way,
You'd already be another's

It's a puzzler.
How can he utter, a verbal thunder.
At this time and juncture.

Be afraid.
Listen... are those air raids?
Time for a band aid.
Don't delay.
This grenade is homemade.

For this tirade
You'll need a hearing aid.
This masquerade is no sick parade.
Time for medical aid,
From your local fire brigade.

Sex on a desk isn't complex... unless there's a stapler nearby...

Sex on a desk requires a stapler? What about the paper holder.?
Sex in supposed to be in the dark...in a park...on a lark.

whilst riding a moose, on the loose, with Dr Zeus?

Goose also rhymes with moose. They're both animals too!

All the rhymes make me check the time until I eat limes near a street corner mime as I pay in dimes my numeral primes in the intermittent climes while cleaning the grime and slime, you know it's a crime.