ONE HUNDRED POINTS, pls be honest can someone make this into a poem

It was a sunny day
My mother asks me every day
Why do you not go and play?
Each time I had no reply
Because I liked watching days go by
The reason is that I feel gray
I feel gray all-day
I never feel gay
I feel as if my body is clay
I want my body to decay
I don’t remember the last time I said yay

But this, but you – small, pitiful and twiggy – you put me down with wine, you blinded me. come back, odysseus, and i'll treat you well, praying the god of earthquake to befriend you – his son i am, for he by his avowal fathered me, and, if he will, he may heal me of this black wound – he and no other of all the happy gods or mortal men.' few words i shouted in reply to him: 'if i could take your life i would and take your time away, and hurl you down to hell! the god of earthquake could not heal you there! ' at this he stretched his hands out in his darkness toward the sky of stars, and prayed poseidon: 'o hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if i am thine indeed, and thou art father: grant that odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home -the odyssey, homer what motivates cyclops to ask poseidon to interfere with odysseus's journey home?