Candy-Floss Writing Ain't My Style

I just made a shocking discovery.
Chooeypoo can't write fluffy stuff.
Candy-Floss Sugar Candy?
I don't have a sweet-tooth.
Only fangs, venom, claws.... and ridicule.
Writing my last log was like a dose of Melatonin.
Comatose.

'Tis is sad.
I really wanted to do an angelic write-up for a change.
It was meant to be a memorabilia of my parents visit.
I might as well have buried it in the grave.

Think it's time to instill some damage control here.
But that can wait till tomorrow.
It is now time to sleep to worship my bed.
I'm suffering from an overdose of candy-floss.