Nineteenth Century Doggerel Poetry   Bursts of creative poetry can appear in the strangest of places. A "poet" wrote the following two rhymes in a daybook (a book of handwritten daily business transactions) that dates mid-nineteenth century and is probably from Pennsylvania. The poet should have stopped with the first line of the first poem:   I never lik[e] the task of writing In a book for public eye But a Friend that I delight in Evry [sic] way to Please I'll try.   To Miss [blank] When thou are home midst pleasure of I would have the[e] some times to think of me And may I cause to live whenever I forget to think of thee.     The second poem reads:   Love Love is a feeling none can well [illegible word that ends "cain"] Tho it prevails in evry [sic] action of our Life Love is a passion we defy in vain As it will come despit[e] of evry strife.   Love is a passion then in some as pure As the fresh tears it causes apt to flow Love is a malady that naught can cure It is an ill that comes to high and low.   The poet was probably too embarrassed to sign his name, but he ended "Springville, July 7, 1841."   Nicky Pickert