Love and accolades have come before me. Really? This lurching, unrhythmic, cheap collection of rhymes is not a poem. I nearly strangled reading it aloud. I wonder: did the previous commenters let themselves *hear* this piece so bad it could not even be given the commendation of being called doggerel. How in God's name is this on a best-of list? Shameful. Go back to those pencil sketches you probably think are art also, Adalie. (God, I hope you don't think you write poetry.) Boo-Hisss! ! !