How rude

With in the time from six to nine is
when
I set out on a ride to find myself
A sexy piece of ass. Of what? Of ass!
Well that's unbecoming for a poet!
Oh really is it? Well don't I know it.
But come now my sweet audience,
It's you who for this poem is meant.
What doth though want an English sonnet?
Brought forth wax and wane, truly laconic.
Or something simply smile making
Like eating warm dates wrapped in bacon