New to Neopoet

  I hope I do not blow it,'Cause I'm new to Neopoet.With elf as literary escort,Itself - a weird treat!To the muse I think I owe it,By seed of thought, you sow it;For crop and vine to grow it,Like bread and wine, to greet. I hope I do not blow it,As your mint and made inchoate,I can form a willing cohort,Or send a chilling tweet.If it's bullshit, then we hoe it,True style; the way we show it,Or how far you can throw it,And keep on smelling sweet! I hope I do not blow it,'Cause I'm new to Neopoet.If you tell me just to stow it,I will try to be discreet.But one thing, you must know it,Decipher or encode it,If it's game then I'll explode it,And offer all the meat!