Adult subject matter - Does this count as a poem, what do you think ?

Aw cheers bro, your the best,

No probs sis, you need the rest,

I'll give you some dough, babysitter rates,

Please just go, have fun with your mates.

A pressie for me,

come sit on my knee,

Is it the right size ?,

Try it on we'll see.

Oh wait uncle,

You are silly,

you can't photo yet,

I'm not ready.

There aren't I pretty,

a picture of me,

Come on Uncle,

Hold the camera steady.

Dressie up again,

Uncle your fun,

Do I want to play,

while the others are gone ?

No I'm not special,

but thank you for saying,

Its too hot for clothes,

next to her laying.

I could stay up late,

but mama said,

No no Princess its time for bed,

A story book then Dr. Doolittle.

Please stop it Uncle its starting to tickle.

Wow your cold,

cold as ice,

cuddling close,

grip like vice.

Frozen with fear,

a babies tear,

Please help me god,

a drop of blood.

Now now Angel,

it'll be our secret,

or I'll tell your mother,

and then you'll regret it.

We'll go shopping tomorrow,

get you something nice,

a new mobile phone,

and then maybe an ice.

Princess was great,

no bother at all.

There's some blood on the bed,

where she had a fall.

She woke in the night,

cause she had a fright,

as hot as a roast,

cause she saw a ghost.

I changed her dress too,

we had jello and cream,

she was sick,

it must of been the bad dream.

I told her its our secret,

you know what shes like.

Maybe she can come out tomorrow,

and we'll see the sights.

You know shes getting bigger,

Like you sis a looker,

We'll have fun tomorrow,

and maybe I'll, ..............

treat her to something special.

I write scribblings of all different types, in doing so a contact said that I inspired him to take up the pen again, that was truly a complement. I lost the drive to write, and then there was my contact, I found out the truth and he inspired me to write again.

After all there's no point being a Ghost,

of ones self, how could you live with that ?