Write A Poem!

I've racked my brains to get it right, It's not that easy, folks! The constant strain to stay polite And not to share my jokes! The battle for a turn of phrase Nobody's heard before, With syllables in perfect place, Then count them to be sure! The title takes at least a day, The first verse takes a week, With spell checks that I must obey, Or else I'm up the creek! With punctuation marks as well, To set the record straight, I tell you this, it's bloody hell And I'm not kidding, mate... My so-called Muse just comes and goes, She prompts and prods then leaves, Yet where she's off to no-one knows, She's in and out like thieves... She helped me write the other night, Then left me in the lurch, So there I was, when she took flight, The final verse to search... I don't get much for all I do, I don't get paid a mint! In fact, right there, you've got a clue, Why every day I'm skint! But I like writing poetry... So why should I complain? A brand new poem's come to me! Oh, well, here goes... again...