Calmer, cozier, quainter

[Brownlie]

I am sooo sorry... my little brother wrote that first poem... it was about a modern day crucifixion and he just felt like he had to say something... now I have to play off what he wrote and see what happens... kisses...

The nails were removed from my hands and my feet.
My mother was hankering to eat Mr. Greek.
Souvlaki is something that makes her so happy.
Like Jackie believing that I was her baby.
The flowers were dying but cottonwood flew.
I eagerly waited to write a haiku. (wink)
I used to take aim at a game full of shame.
Like popcorn farts watching Pinky and the Brain.
I gave it my all to stand tall and stand firm.
But felt like a waste of an egg and a sperm.
My roommate annoyed me like rotten Bologna.
It felt like a lifetime since eating Pierogis.
I used to think I was a rapture awaiting.
Something to love like... capture the flag.
I don't mean to brag but I feel like I queen.
Who thinks a beanstalk can grow from jellybeans.

Thank you!

lol, I like the bit about Bologna and Pierogis I think a rhyme scheme like this is best used in a poem with a flippant tone.