Poem of Rhymes (part 2)

I hope this poem can really be
better than the one before, see.

Writing these kinds of poems are good for me
since they keep me from noticing other things.

They stop me from trying to sing
because when I do, I sound like a flying bee.

Writing these makes me say maybe
since I dont know if I should go pee.

I go outside, then, and start running.
After a few blocks I see a beautiful honey.

I see her and say "Hey Pretty Lady.
How would you like to go out with me?"

She smiles and says laughing "We will have to see."
Her answer makes me as happy as I can be.

When I got home, I asked myself "How could this be?"
I then realized that my pants were soaked with pee....