My poem about a bad bay

It started when Pete told me he was gay,

This then started my bad day,

When I heard this I hid in some hay,

But the feeling still wouldn't go away.

Peter followed me around all day,

Because he wanted me to be gay,

He kept chasing me in his homosexual way,

He wouldn't stop telling me that he wanted to play.

I stopped, turned and whacked him with a hammer,

But I did so in a polite manner,

He looked half-dead,

So I dumped him in a hospital bed.

He woke up enraged,

He came to me with a machete raised,

I shoved him in a freezer,

And I told him to chill out geezer.

I accidentally knocked of his curly wig,

It then ignited and blew off into an oil rig,

The rig burned down and Pete nearly drowned,

Peter was still suffering at sea,

while I on the other hand was sipping my herbal tea ,

I had broken all the laws,

As peter was finally eaten by jaws.

The moral of this story is don't put all your eggs in one basket