There is probably some poetry out there you will like, but if there isn't, no big deal either, you'll live.

When you write about an old horse:

He was faithful, he was true,
Now he's dog's food or he's glue

or play with Shakespeare:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Let's not, and say we did, OK?

it's poetry too, and it did make you laugh, didn't it?

Second thing: beats me, sorry.