Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I must be supposed to remember something.
Yay, Grampa.
Look at me, sittin' here depressed when I'm surrounded
Well, let's see if I can put this poem together.
How's it goin', Homer?
For which I should send you flowers Which I will, but they were closed
Jack Kerouac? Charles Bukowski?
- How do you like me now? - Fran-zone...!
No, we don't have one this year.
Come on, memory, wake up.
I'd like to introduce our panel:
Now we'll open the floor to fawning praise and obvious questions.
Did someone say my name?
Moe's the Princess of Lollipop Land!
"Mom showed up with a new boyfriend.
And the poems should have the following rhyme scheme:
So Moe, you were telling us how you came up with your title.