The above popped up on one of those desk calendars that people give other people for Christmas. The poem never won a Pulitzer but I think its great, even though the poet is referred to as the worst poet in American history. Reading the poem brings out sorrow and laughter at the same time, whether that was the intention or not, and leaves a pleasant taste - no pun intended. Isn't that what poetry is all about? I qualify as a critic since I can lay claim to being the worst poet in blogging history (About Poetry).