It feels like cheating to dredge up something I wrote in high school, but you did say "ever," Carol, and I still cringe to remember this one (some things are impossible to forget). On the other hand, I probably could find something even worse if I went back further.
Elegy for Good Old What's-His-Name
Like an electrical outlet
the same color as the wall,
except when he was needed
no one noticed him at all.
I suppose his friends were grateful
for the trials he gladly bore,
but who would thank a doorstop
every time it stops a door?
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