Another piece of shitty poetry

I swear to God, I hope I get better at this. Using sound in a poem. I fucking don't read poetry and clearly it shows. Shel Silverstein would pistol whip me if he saw this. 

Finding a suitable suitor

You could meet a sexy snake

Or even a libidinous leopard.

Let them go, for your own sake.

To find a suitable suitor

You’ll need bales of bravery

And bushels of bait

To survive this relentless chicanery.

In finding a suitable suitor

Make sure that your suit of armor

Resists the rust of bitterness.

Maybe you’ll meet a hot farmer!

Go find your suitable suitor.

Smile and hope for the best.

You’ll eventually find your match

And finally be able to nest.