This is the 7th poem in my series of poems called "poems that care", and it is about how no matter what rank you are, you are all equally special.

Ranks do not matter, what matters is your heart.
If ranks did matter, you'd buy them in a mini mart.
But they do not, and you are as special as the next.
You are in the hall of fame, you are placed in the index.

Some may have more money, and some may have more fame.
But you cannot just walk up to them and say, "I'm poor, you are to blame"
Friends are special, and they know you matter.
For they do not care about your money or fame, but your friendship as big as Saturn.

You may live on the streets, but nothing stops you now.
You may live on a farm, but your special to the cows.
You may live in a dump, but dirt is not your only friend,
For when the perfect friend walks in, your friendship never ends.

This is just like on the forum, nobody cares about your ranks.
Whether you are rookie, or member, or whatever gender,
All penguins especially me, know your friendship is worth more than a bank.
If you are low in the ranks, and you care a lot,
Then the next time you read this, get a pencil and jot:

I am a rookie, and I have whats best.
A friendship with all penguins, and all of the rest.
Handled with care, and its everywhere,
on the forum, not loving a penguin is a lot to bear.

This tells you that a friendship can be worth more than anything, and to your friends, and family, you are worth more than rubies, and worth more than truffles.

"But just remember, that you are all pickles, and you are all one-of-a-kind."

~CPManiac~

did you make this up! its really good,

My attempt: uh I like my master. Poem by tornado

hahah tor we all like master, but if you werent master, would be less helpfull?