Remember her cheers? How you loved the cheerleader far beyond desperation. How you nearly threw yourself into Niagara Falls unprotected by a rubber barrel on your high-school senior trip. Now you have a permanent rubber barrel around you but you no longer love the cheerleader. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK UNCLE SIMON AND UNCLE JIM by CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE |