Bad Poem And Worse Title

I had something to say,
But it got lost on the way
To this electronic node
On a lonely sparking road
In the internet.

My train of thought was peaking
At that certain time of evening
When I tend to type my hardest
Forcing words into this tardis
Called the internet.

But now I've hit delete
Tempted by my tempting sheets,
Although counter-intuitively
I'm still here at one thirty
On the internet.

And I've stretched this to four verses
But the rhymes are getting worses,
And the rhythm's drifted to the point where I've forgotten how many
(If any)
Lines are supposed to be in each verse and syllables in each line
But I guess that's fine because at least it's not real it's just another few insignificant kilobytes
Of the internet.