Now poetry doesn't have to be bad If it falls gently into verse And it just happens to be a little sad And things can't get better, only worse And the sun doesn't shine, there's only rain We miseable ones live our lives in pain And take our pens to tell of our woes Of days walking to school... we had no shoes When the snow was waist high then we had to drive a volkswagen.... get the idea? I'm just warming up.