In 9th grade I had a frightful teacher, who taught literature, grammar and Old Testament. She always had it in for me for reasons unknown, but would brag about what a great poet she was, putting herself on a par with the current greats, and she even had a volume published and a copy in the local library. Well, I was by the poetry section once and noticed it sticking out conspicously, but closer examination revealed that it had been checked out a grand total of 3 times in 15 years. Twice by her, once by her husband.
The poetry was dire, unsurprisingly.