My first poem was called, "That Dirty Old Bathroom at Wendy's", and it was selected for reading at my high school's poetry recital. I read it after another kid who wrote a poem about his father who died in combat who he never got to know. The contrast was amazing. The audience was all somber and weeping after his poem, and then I got up and announced the title of my poem without flinching. It definitely lightened the mood.