Hrmm....

[wolven7]

I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. What Poetry Form Are You?

Or

Short, terse, unfriendly, Yet sometimes quite emotive; I am the Haiku. What Poetry Form Are You?

I don't like their discription of Haiku. Damnit. {>.<}

{Addendum, two minutes later: Pixies - [Where is My Mind?]--- I don't like the last one, and i don't think it fits. It's too full of sloth, and that's not really me. I'm willing to conceed the first one, though grudgingly, but not the Rubai. So it's gone.}