A Scary Thing to Do

I don't write poetry. Ever. In my former life as a high school teacher, I read so much bad poetry that I swore never to inflict the likes on anyone.

But...oh, my gosh! You writers are getting to me! What am I thinking? You are real writers. You write. Why would I do this to myself? Why would I do this to anyone?

Well --
a) You don't know me.
b) If I choose, I can never access this site again.
c) If I lose your respect, it was short-lived anyway.
d) All of the above.

Ever the cautious one, if I still choose "d" tomorrow, I'll go with All of the above.