Nicholas cage's public poetry

There once was a man named Nicholas cage. He loved to write poetry. The very thought of poetry made him feel very parched, for poetry drew all the moisture from his body. Normally, Nicholas cage only wrote private poetry but today the feeling of greatness made him want to go public. But first he needed inspiration so, he went to his favourite place in the world Walmart. There he meet his best friend, usain blot. As he went up to shave usain, he said in a tense voice ' I need some savoury inspiration for my next poem.' Usain looked into his awakened eyes and described his cluttered sister named Oprah Winfrey. ' visit her. She will tell you all. Go to her majestic MP3 player and meet her at 7:36 in the morning.' Nicholas crossed glow sticks with usain and said 'see you later, productive floor! And usain responded with a simple jog so Nicholas cage continued his journey to Oprah Winfrey's majestic MP3 player. As he stroked his way to the MP3 player, no inspiration came. He began to become wiggly with the effort to produce an valuable ear to listen to his dashing poems. Finally he saw Oprah Winfrey. She was guarding her MP3 player with capable significance. Nicholas confessed to Oprah 'give me all your moist knowledge!' 'I will' she said with a hissing frown. As she spoke, Nicholas became very charged with information. 'I got it!' He squealed. 'The inperation has come at last! I shall write a poem about elderly crabs!' Nicholas trudged home in excitement. As he warmed the seat with his buttocks, the words fell a pon the griped page. Finally after 7 seconds the poem was completed. It read:

Payment fell from the frighten tea cup as it was collected from the ceiling.
Elderly crabs wore clothes of membership as they grew tiny bowls on there ear lobes.
Mating, they sing a song of history as they age slowly in length.

Pleased with himself Nicholas cage posted it on the thermostat at Walmart for all to wink at.