Hey, I've been thinking of this for quite sometime. You can post all of your earlier poems here, the ones we're embarrased to admit because of it's juvenility.....It's really okay if it's silly you know. But mention how old you were at the time you wrote the poems. Here's my favourite one.....I was 12 when I wrote it. There are a few blunders in it, see if you can find them. Little Meg When I first saw her, with a broken and limping leg. A small crumpled kitten, I named her little Meg. She was all white in fur And had melting black eyes. Oh, so sweet you little spur, With golden brown dyes She used to jump around, And scratch and scream aloud. Her twitching tufting tail, gliding smoothly like a sail. When someone took her to task, She would peer with innocent eyes. No one could have the heart, to hear her pitiful cries. But she taught us one main thing, That life is there to enjoy. Be merry drink and sing, But never curse or cry. Blood red was her fur And cold her body felt. When the cars bumper, Hit her little breast.