Upside Down

There I was, upside down in some poem,
I didn’t know my arse from my elbow, 
There was a laugh: “That’ll bloody show him!”
And who was I to blame? I did not know,
But I’m stuck with my arse up in the air,
My feet wiggling like nervous daisies,
I don’t know what happened, it doesn’t seem fair,
I’m stuck upside down with all the crazies,
All I did was write a simple blog post,
About surviving life and all its quirks,
Then, a limerick came and ate my toast,
It made a rude sign, its face full of smirks,
So writing sonnets is a bit risky,
If the limericks are on the whiskey.