Okay, I've been on this board from day one, *grin* and I've noticed some things...
There are (insert number here) types of poets...
1) The I'm-crazy-and-I-like-to-write-crazy-poetry Poet, who writes about fish food, poop, and monkeys. You know who you are.
2) The I-like-to-write-goofy-poetry-that-I-think-about-all-day-and-I-can't-wait-until-I-get-home-so-I-can-write-it-on-Achaeas-poetry-board Poet, who has little or no life, and makes a point of trying to have their poetry be 'good' but it's still just silly. We still love you though.
3) The My-life-sucks-I-am-dark-muha-muha-muha Poet, whose poetry leans toward the, erm, darker side of life.
4) The I-love-my-boyfriend/girlfriend-I-think-I'll-write-about-my-love-life Poet, whose poetry is about, you guessed it, their love life. The positive aspects though.
5) The Everything-is-beautiful Poet, who writes about babbling brooks, and majestic trees. Inspiring sometimes, dull others. But hey...*shrug* it's all good in this hood.

6) The I'm-gonna-try-to-rip-off-Dr. Seuss Poet, also known as Glade, oops.

Now, the point is, we all fit into each one of these categories at one time or another (wether we choose to publish it is entirely a different story), and that diversity is a good thing. So don't eat roast beef on rye, diversify!
I'm very disappointed in myself again. Sorry. Here's a poem.

Pez, Pez, Pezilinigiffiny.
I once knew a girl,
her name was tiffany.
I hope she dies.

<cough> hmm.
okay, this post has failed. Sorry. Shoot me in the head.
I'm not even gonna sign it.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Valnuary, in the year 246 AF.