In my duties as Treasurer of the Tunbridge Wells Poetry Festival I had an exchange with AP Staunton, a poet who once wrote a great poem about pissing in a posh boss's sink. AP was featuring in an event for the Festival which had an open mic.
I read a couple of pieces of mine, which the compere said came from my 'potty mouth' but Staunton later called me King of the Haiku.
Both arrows struck but I know which one gives me pleasure.
You take what you can get.