Okay, it goes without saying that the poetry preference you put on your CV will be T S Eliot or Seamus Heaney or that American guy or Stevie Smith's 'Not Waving But Drowning'. The last is the one 'proper' poem that everybody knows, the one you put down if you never read poetry at all, the C of E of poetry.
But what, when nobody's looking, do you really read?
Here's one of my favourites.
To My Valentine
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That's how you're loved by me.