Should enter this in the Stuuwelpeter Challenge. It’s one of those icky, cautionary tales.
Some minor issues with metre in the second and fourth stanzas.

Yeah, it doesn’t flow very well. Poetry isn’t my strong point…at all. I don’t know why I meddle with it so much.

I think I’ll make my comment a rhyme:

Mrs. Norris had a child;
Charles was his foremost name.
Nicknamed “Chuck”, he was beguiled;
Thus he never was the same.

He is good at roundhouse kicking
Enemies to outer space,
And he approves of this here picking
Words for rhyming in this place.

Funny little poem, and I liked the voice/style of it. Seems like you hit at least 5 of the 7. I couldn’t quite find lust or envy, but still a nice rounded picture of a despicable person.
Editing stuff, you have her Ms. Norris then later Mrs. Norris and a thee that should be the.