I'm a poet and didn't know it

As always 'eye' thank you for stopping by

Each week when I put on my poet hat

You never know from one moment to the next what 

will pop out of this cat.

Mom's  reign as princess of words goes without being said.

From sunrise to sunset there is a  party in her head.

It often keeps her out of bed.

She tosses and turns til her head feels like lead.
 Her dreams are of fairies, and elves

who sit on shelves.

A promise is made that her lines will rhyme and not

cause my our ears to scream in pain.

However, we all know they mostly turn out insane.

Mom shouts it is not my fault

The party in my head is to blame!