Ode To Pritt Stick

I had a horrendous class in the scansion of French poetry this afternoon, so I'm blitzing it from my mind with some of my own drivel, which I hope may also mildly amuse my one and only known reader. This is my very own Ode To Pritt Stick. Considering I composed the main part of it while in the shower, it's... wait, no, it's terrible.

You're rarely around when I need you,
I'm sure that you do it for fun,
If only I knew how to breed you,
'Cause whenever I seek you you're gone.

I'm forced into PVA nightmares,
I'm forced into Sellotape hell,
I'm sure that you're actually right there,
But just where you are you won't tell.

Is this 'cause I once left you uncapped, dear?
Left you sitting alone and near dry?
I know I deserve to be slapped, dear.
When I think of it now I could cry.

I hope that these words are cohesive,
That you know my apology's true,
You're my one and my only adhesive,
Be my number one partner in glue.
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I am the next Wordsworth...