Raya Poem?

I was going to do a poem for Raya
One that sounds abit less vulgar.
Was supposed to be like 'The Night Before Christmas'
But in all honesty, I couldn't give a a shitless.

So I erased the five stanzas I had written
Dismay and disheartened I was feelin'
'It's okay,' I shrugged as I write down the next line
It's all me, now. It's actually quite sublime.

None of these lines rhyme properly I thought
It's okay, It's poetic license I had recently bought
It's not like you people have ideas nor do you care
Because Raya's coming up, we must all prepare.

Ketupat weaving and rendang smells good,
we can't try the yummy since we're all fasting from food.
(Actually, at this point it is I who is not fasting,
It's women's problems so please stop asking).

But I'm respecting the rest who's stomachs do growl
And look on me as I act all a-fowl.
Stealing them cookies and cakes that were made,
Ignoring everyone elses restless tirade.

Bwahahaha... no, not really for I did no such thing,
I do the whole sneakery into my room for the eating.
But aside from me happy doing the munch,
Happily preparing are the bunch...

Baking cookies, baking cakes and the likes,
And likes does awefully rhyme with pikes.
Cleaning silverware, plates and dusting the house,
make sure nothing is there, not even a louse.

The days we count down and we wait diligently,
For first day of Raya we bounce gleefully.
I'm not having an open house this year
I'm sorry because it wasn't my idea

Other than the first one or two days we shall all be at home
so do pop by as you wish and make yourself known,
We'll serve the usual fixings and maybe some others
Rendang, Ketupat, Lemang, Spaghetti but not fish fingers.

So Maaf Zahir and Batin to all who matter,
Even the ones that don't get a card or a letter.
If I haven't been nice or once blew up in anger.
Apologies again, I will do much better.