I bet lots of people did not realize that poetry has rules.
Like this haiku:
Long did I walk through winter woods, and slowly
did I see the snowflakes falling
and the sight did take me wholly
through the halls of long lost memories,
through the shadows of lost time.
And there, upon the cresting hill,
the sun came up, sublime.
And near the stream, where the old stone wall is,
who should I see, but noble Hollis...
There's more. It's kind of long for a haiku, but I'm proud of it!