This exercise was to write two pattern poems, one in the shape of a cross and another in the shape of a capital I.  Also, an acrostic verse spelling out your name.

This
icon
rich
with
deep symbolic meaning
is the plain wooden
board
upon
which
I pin
my sin.

Really, Fry?  It seems ridiculous
Of you to make me go to such a fuss.
Surely penning poems about my name
As such is just a narcissistic game,
Leaving others to suspect I find
In it more fun than yet has come to mind.
Not wishing folks to think me vain and dumb,
Denouncing it, I find the end has come.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
make me gracious dark and tall
life
long
mind
strong
eyes
bright
thoughts
right
make me charming rich and wise
And both my biceps a larger size.