You have some. You know you do. I'm guessing all writers at some point in their tragic teenage years wrote bad poetry. We might've even submitted some to various contests - where we all won the Silver Poet award and were then invited to buy the book that our poems would be in. (Just $39.99 plus shipping and handling for this fine faux leather bound volume*.)
So, since Lucky Seven Snippets seems to be petering out, I thought I'd use this day to post some tragically bad poetry from those tragic teen years.
In fact, here's the only one I remember off the top of my head...
If all at once
I looked at you
And you were gone
How could I be sure
I hadn't disappeared also.
Yep, there it was in all it's meandering philosophy that lost 14 year old souls thrash around in. I don't remember if I submitted that one to anywhere. Maybe next week I'll post the one I submitted, got accepted and paid the $12.95 for. (I still have that book around here somewhere. I remember packing it to move here.)
*I never bought those. What kid in the eighties had that kind of money to throw around?