I got so drunk deep writing this poem, I almost fell down an abandoned well. Just kidding!
I did fall down that well. So if you get a minute, please call my local fire department to come lift me the hell out of here! Ask for Lieutenant Ned.
Convey to him my deepest condolences about this happening…again. But it’s getting better, remind him. Oh, yeah, much better! My well-falls are down 14% this past quarter, Neddy boy! You tell him exactly that when he tries to offer up any resistance to saving me.
I’m gonna do a well-cast for my next poem if I stay here long enough. In this dank glow of the underearth, I really look like superstar thespian Henry Cavill, I swear! Just like him!
Enjoy:

I never know when to use the semicolon - I often use the dash, probably improperly. Perhaps you can educate me.
As per usual LOVED IT!