My oldest daughter has had a monthly assignment to memorize two poems to be presented to her class. There is always some sort of theme. This month's packet of poems to select from were all about spring. She learned one, and then lost the packet. I looked up a bunch of other poems for her to select from, and turned her loose.

Imagine my surprise when she told me that she wrote a poem and attributed it to me, and then performed it for her class:

Pink blossoms are here
Lavender flowers are too
Springtime is coming

It's a haiku, no less. A vaguely ominous one.

I asked her what the teacher said, and she said "she thanked me for thinking to share that with the class." When I asked why she didn't take credit for it, she said "it wasn't very good."

So there you have it, folks. I'm a (bad) poet, and I didn't even know it.