I thought that you might enjoy a little genre shift so here are my poems. I wrote them when I was in grade school. They mostly involve bathroom humor. As you will see, I was partial to the rhymed couplet. I only remember two. The first was co-written with my sister, Heidi, and it refers to family lore:
His mother taught him
to air out his bottom
The next one is self-explanatory:
Go in the bathroom if you dare
I spent a little time in there
It's important, I suppose, for me to remember these early attempts and their subject matter. My poetry came to mind yesterday after I gasped at Sam for saying "brain fart." We don't say that in our family. The kids insisted that there was no other word for it and I could not imagine where they had ever heard it in the first place. "Memory lapse!" I said, "I'm drawing a blank!" I retorted as I shined the buckles on my shoes and straightened my wide white collar.
First thing the next morning Ben requested potty on his cereal. . . But don't you think rhymed couplets are really classy?