My favorite poet? Edgar Anon Poe..

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious profile of a tinder whore

while I read it, nearly swiping, suddenly I spied her typing

"Kids? Still want them!" starts the griping, "even though I'm 44"

"Tis impossible," I muttered "having kids at 44" Chance of offspring: nevermore