[ CW ] Imagine you are a Tin Man . Write a poem about poems without using the word poem . You must use these following words twice each : Brain , Trumpet and Croissant .

Once when I was sitting pretty, 
 Trying to write but writing shitty, 
 Words were leaving from my brain, 
 Not nice and neat, instead insane, 
 From pen to pad from polished tin, 
 From bard to bad to just plain din, 
 My brain of brass a noise did trumpet, 
 Strained and crass, voicing vomit, 
 I wrote of food and floundered nearly, 
 My writing crudely flavoured clearly, 
 I heralded the plight of a crumpet, 
 A bakery crusade I did trumpet, 
 A prophet of the croissant I became, 
 Apostle of ore I remain, 
 And therein is my problem, I decry, 
 The virtues of vanilla in pie, 
 My croissant cross, my walk of shame, 
 My chocolate sauce, my writing lame, 
 For how can I write about, 
 The taste of pastry, churning out, 
 Buttery goodness mixed with pecan, 
 In a pie, when I am a tin man? 
 
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