I'm a Poet?

This is a poem that I wrote in my grammar class. Though you would enjoy it!

The deadly toaster sits under the shelf of teacups.
It faithfully electrifies my owner when it rains.
The shiny contraption burns the fresh bagels,
Its old mechanics toasts too much
Everything it comes in contact with.
It is a sturdy box that heats the counter underneath.
The bulwark slowly cools,
The useful tool breaks for the last time.
So long, old friend!