Can someone please write a poem for me?
and PLEASE DON'T REVISE IT!!

Poem:

There once was a young lass called Jane.

She thought she was awfully vain.

It was rather dear,

But not quite an atmosphere

She just couldn't say no to the design.

I once was lost at sea

A nomad I came to be

I then began to worry

And then began to scurry

For I was all alone

Alone I grew in woe

as I faced many a foe

As bad as things would seem

I soon found it to be a dream

for I was just at home

Explanation:

My older brother thinks he's the next Robert Stevenson

being surrounded by crimes, poverty, and failing schools as well as his own lack of confidence in his abilities.

the speaker versus the boy.