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Favorite Cybergeezer limerick:

A Walachian ruler named Vlad
Practiced rituals we would deem odd.
  For a crime where we'd jail 'em
  He preferred to impale 'em.
In its day, though, the custom was mod.

 I wrote a poem once. In high school English class we analyzed poems. The teacher seemed to read way more into a poem than we thought was there. One particular poem inspired me to write by own poem. It was called The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams. Here is his poem:

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

Here is mine. It's entitled The Yellow Tennishoe and reflects teenage anxiety in the late 1980's.

Yellow Tennishoe

Yellow Tennishoe
So near the broken weeds,
Laying on the heaped up
   shards of painted board.
The sowbugs cackle in the
   withered underbrush,
But the sun does not reach
   the ancient shoestrings.

I think my poem is at least as good as Williams' poem. English experts have analyzed The Red Wheelbarrow (On "The Red Wheelbarrow"). What do you think my poem is saying?

You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
--John Ciardi