Another challenge from disjointed rhyme

Haven’t done a challenge for awhile but as I am bedridden at the moment due to an operation the lovely disjointed rhymings set me another challenge.
The challenge was to write a poem where every other word was a word I’d picked out from the dictionary. My choice of words were ones I didn’t use or rarely used. The poem started out well but I do think it lost its poetic sound part way through. (I will put the words I choose in bold)
Please enjoy and tell me what you thought in the comments.

There was a place called bedlam
Where everyone was confused
Everything here’s a fuddle
Even the potatoes are bemused

Here lives a little bumpkin
A clumsy, awkward man
He may be little but he’s very rotund
Food for comfort was his plan

A small house in a hamlet
Where our little but large man lives
His door propped open with a scythe
Keeping the widened frame from falling

I really must clarify
Our little man is getting bigger and bigger
Now his tummy is of prodigious size
A ticking time bomb inside

One day awoke with a loud cacophony
His neighbours run outside
The mans corpus exploding
Months worth of haggis blown out the door

(Do not try this at home. Propping up door frames with scythes is not a wise thing to do. It is very dangerous. Also I advice you not to eat haggis till you explode it could and will be a very painful death. Having your insides explode was never fun and also is a horrible mess that someone would have to clean up. Think about the poor person who has to come along behind you and clean up all that half digested haggis. You have been warned)

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