Personally, I find Ms Fertilestick's poetic endeavor to be an endearing dash of Americana. While not exactly on a par with T.S. Eliot or Dylan Thomas, it does bear a certain folk-art-like charm. I only hope that Ms Penelope Rutledge happens upon it. After all, Penelope does need to get over her obsession with the "poetry" of that over-rated, frigid, agorophobic Ms Dickinson. You can bet anyone named "Fertilestick" is not frigid. Possibly ugly, but not frigid.