I don't like poetry. It usually involves a lot of fruit. And I'm not talking about the edible kind. Both sexes usually use it to get you into bed, on the premise that rhyming makes for a better orgasm. Unfortunately, most modern poets don't rhyme, and screeching out someone's name repeatedly is almost always going to rhyme. Bob, Bob, Bob, etc. Of course, you can always throw in other words that rhyme with your partner's (or partners', you little perverts) name. For example: Bob, Knob, Blob, etc. Do not, however use someone else's name that rhymes with theirs. Bob, Mob, Rob. This can be upsetting to your partner (unless they also like Rob). So, most people often associate poetry with a bunch of bereted (pronounced "barayed" look Mommy, I invented a word!!) fruits poncing about in smoky coffee houses, usually perfecting their sneers while trying to get laid. This can only be stopped by the clever use of a bullet in conjunction with a gun, or by the use of other, heavier lethal objects: clubs, bottles, elected officials.
I'm embarassed to say that I still write the crap, but at least I'm halfway literate and come from a proud heritage of other famous writers with the word "dick" in their names. DICKens, DICKinson, DICK Butkiss (his parents didn't like him). So, now you know that my last name has the word dick in it. Which also leads me to think that my paranoid feminist friends have something going for them in their PATRIARCHAL MALE CONSPIRACY THEORY, but I'll just sell out and let the literary royalty checks come rolling in. KA-CHING!!!!