My name's Madame Pensive, and I'm here to try my hand at writing humerous and intelligent poems on the whimsical nature of human existence. I've never done this poem-writing thing before, but I'm hoping to get good and get some feedback. This Christmas I got a pair of hideous hand-knitted woollen socks which are only good for keeping potatoes in. Actually, that might be quite useful. On a further note, if you have a favourite subject or topic that you'd like me to write a poem about, please give me a bell. Not literally, please. I already have a dozen.