I can never decide whether I "like" poetry
I've read some which I've really liked, but I've also read many which have either left me cold or made my toes curl. I do think a lot of modern poets take themselves too seriously, though -
www.b3ta.com/questions/cringe/post315028 is the experience which scarred me for life.

Still, since we're all writing poems, here's my own effort for today:
Bagel warmers wash kittens playfully in a deluge of blancmange.
Yeats ties knots in Shelley's pigtails,
whilst his mother farts into open pie dishes.

"Ibuprofen, ibupfrofen!" screams the town crier,
twiddling
the ferrets that adorn his jacket and run betwixt the folds of his
flared trouser
legs.

A blacksmith lumbers into view, just in time to catch
the walrus, as it falls,
wobblingly,
from the sky.

The cheesemaker rubs his crusty hands with glee.
He knows this
gluttonous walrus
will buy lots of cheese from him.

And fevered, the cockles twirl beneath the simultaneously shimmering stars and moon.

Edit: @Porkylips - like the poem. Reminds me a bit of Jake Thackray's "Widow of Bridlington"
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 12:22, Reply)