I wrote this partly because people asked me to write a poem and I didn't want to give them one I'd already written for a different purpose. It's a true story, although a bit overstated for dramatic purposes. I was a little careless with the meter, but most poetry these days is blank verse, so I can't feel too bad about it.
Ambulans solus obscuro in loco, nunc Vulgus prope viam meam hic astat. Oculi aciem unus vertat ad me-- Dicit "Tunicam hanc amo." Rideo.
The translation I gave, since the people requesting the poem don't, for the most part, speak Latin:
Walking alone in a dark place, now A crowd stands here near my path. One turns his gaze to me-- He says "I like his shirt." I laugh.