sorry, I did a bit of a cut a while back. I've added you back, but this means you must bring me... a poem! So, come on, whats your favorite poem?

Gosh, such a steep price to pay ;)

My favourite poem is Ovid's The Art of Love - for it's wit and timelessness.

Obviously I can't leave you the entire poem here, but I can give you one of my favourite verses:

Your first job, then, love's volunteer recruit,
Is to find the object of your pursuit;
Next comes the work of wooing and winning, and, last, ensuring
That the love you've won is enduring

Of course I love Bukowski too:

(This is 'Alone With Everybody')

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

I hope you enjoy these words - I am now off to enjoy yours :)

(tilts head) how did I not reply to this?

Both of those are awesome! Here, I hand you one of my own poems back:

You asked me to check on your cat,
left me your keys, a note on the fridge,
canned cat food lined up the counter.

Me and your cat, we ignored the note, stayed up
late, watching infomercials instead. I let him bum a
smoke. We took turns, putting down your music, talking
about how you are completely helpless in the kitchen.

Halfway through the second beer, your cat admitted
he already missed your laugh. I admitted I did, too.
When he asked, I let him have my last cigarette.