Wrecking the First Person Poem

Okay I'm not sure if I actually did this correctly, but here is the "wrecking the first person" poem I came up with in class:

I rode the bus to Las Vegas in the stick sweltering summer heat.
The bus was old, slow moving, and nothing like the swift canine after which it was named.
Could it be?
Could it possibly be that I inadvertently hitched a ride on a turtle as opposed to a hound?
I camped out in the desert with nothing but a chair, a telescope, and my cat.
I gazed up at the night sky in search of constellations,
galaxies,
and green men?
Yes, I always wave at those nice little men as the cruise by on their way to Jupiter.
I am Edgar Allen Poe,
lover of ravens and of the beautiful green fairy.
Ah!
She is the muse who helps me in my hour of need.
Never again do I want to be without her,
Nevermore!