Keep Up with the Switches, Decide to Unquit Elsewhere

I want to read her from my known-poem-thrown poem--it picked a topic when the West was unshown (A bit myopic now that best been done grown). Grabbed a ticket to the train stop packed poem--Don't care a nickel bout my suitcase misstown (Awake at trainstop lights and her blue cell phone). Ate an apple of the mistracked switch thrown--Plopped the top off of a three stacked cream cone (Into alligator pursed-lips dial tone). Warped the siding off my new wall all lone--Fear alighted when the seam seamed missewn (I mistinkered 'til it sprung past mine own).