Bad rhymes

Once upon a time
I made a silly Rhyme.
It rhymed so bad
It made me mad.
I mean, wouldn't you just blow it
If you knew you were a bad poet?
So I cussed and cussed and cussed.
Till my mom said "STOP! you MUST!"
Then she hit me with a mop.
Because I said I would not stop.
So I cried and cried, and wet my shirt.
Because, you know, it really, hurt.
Then my friends saw my eyes all red,
And I wished that I were dead.
So I cried and cried, and also, maybe,
I said, "I am not a cry baby.
I know you have a lot of fun
To go ahead, and call me one.
Well, you'll never guess what I will do,
I'll go away, cause I HATE YOU!!!"
So I sniffled and I wiped my nose.
And they said, "There he goes."
But it wasn't the end.
Cause I needed revenge.
So I hid in a tree, and took a rope.
To get them mad, that did I hope.
Over the rope, one of them tripped,
And over him the other one slipped.
Then I took some dynamite
And set off the others at a really cool height.
They all fell on top of each other,
So I set off another.
Now they were mad,
And I was glad.
It really wasn't all too bad.
Two were left, soon to be dead.
They were mad, and one of them said,
"We won't get hurt, not you and i."
But I dropped a bomb out of the sky.
But as for you, I think it's best.
To really not try the rest.
Also for you, take you time
To make sure you have a perfect rhyme.
Jkc