How is this for a poem?

[Feral_Timelord]

I know little of the art.

When my lady gets a little nosy,
I satisfy her with a posy,
When she is demanding
I slink away

When she is feeling needy
I try to be greedy
When she is sulky
I feel lucky

When she is angry
I feel assaulted
When she is calm
I am bored

In the morning when she wakes,
I have been busy from near daybreak
I see her face
and my heart melts
My love for her in iron is smelt.