A very bad poem

As rolling stones gather no moss
At this point in time,  one must get started
Or the best part of the day will be gone.
I think many poems are gross
Like many young lovers are parted.
And I’m answerable to no-one.
Actually, I don’t give a toss.
My  vocation has been somewhat thwarted.
I could just eat two sponge cakes or one.
Many folks suffer a loss
And  maybe some are hard hearted
Actually I just  ate your scone.
Writing like this is like floss
Ing your teeth when they are bartered
I feel like a biscuit or ten