I Wrote a Poem

As you may know, I'm not a poetry fan.

Nonetheless, I woke this morning with a fabulous poem in my mind, fully formed. (This may have something to do with staying up till 4:30 reading Lynn Coady's "Mean Boy" a book about poetry and academia.) Here it is:

At night my body makes boogers.
I guess it's not doing anything else.
I don't need them, though.

And here I thought this poetry thing was hard. Huh.