Poetry? Hell Yeah! And You?

I was going through my laptop deleting old crap, I came across this poem I wrote about a friend who died.

The days are dragging on now, its nearly been a year

We're sat at home all thinking 'lets all shed one last tear'

You are missed like mad by all your mates life’s just not the same

Yet other s go by without a blink and thinks its all a game

We wake at night all thinking this shit is just a dream

It's not, you're gone were left behind insight of this bad scene

Hope you ‘re resting well in heaven with the big man ‘G’ himself

And you best look out for us up there and keep us in good health.

Anyway It then made me remember about a poem I wrote as a kid which actually got published in a book.

Every year at our primary school there would be this thing where we all handed in poems and then for our age groups over Cambridgeshire selectones were chosen to be published in a book which could then be bought buy parents, possibly for charity I can't quite remember.

Penguins.

Penguins penguins all around

Penguins slide along the ground

Penguins eat lots of fish

But penguins dont have a dish.

I was only a little kid but look at the words, how they work well together, the way it tells a story and all that jazz (bahaha I jest it sucked).

Was just curious if any of you lot out there have talent with poetry?