Something about a Queen

Qwerty! Oh how flirty
Ah sunflower, rush through my clock tower.
Slice, Of cake. Not neck or face
But do not fret your life will be moughered
Our soul is empowered, maybe devoured
As I am power. We are the sun
We shine through the glimpse of a gap of you, you see
And you are no bigger than my thumb. Hahaha. Hohoho. Comecomecome.
Hey my tiny little thing. Dance.SING.
Quietly, in your smallest, tinkered voice
Or not, you can shout if you want to. If you really want to.

Interesting short I must say though the message was quite clear to me i enjoyed it never the less.
Keep it up! -Dawn

I feel like there's something I'm not getting here, and that if there's any sense to be made of this poem, it probably requires references I do not have.
Why the 'Qwerty'? It's got no connection whatsoever with anything else here. Lots of repetition that do not bring anything and only make the reading tedious. It's all too jumbled, there's no organization or common thread at all. The punctuation towards the end, the periods with no spaces between them and the words, catch at my eye rather unpleasantly.
I'm trying to find a meaning here, really, but I'm coming up a bit blank. Any clarifications?