I haven't responded to a post all day so I thought this would be the place to respond.
Hmmm, I see we are discussing fine poetry. I only know one fine poem, and I'm not sure if I've shared it before. here goes anyways.
There once was a maiden from France,
Who thought that she'd take a chance,
she let herself go,
for an hour or so,
Now all her sisters are aunts.