This Isn't a Poem

This Isn't a Poem

By Candace Shultz

I'm not writing a poem today.

You can't make me. No way!

I will run, and I will play,

But I won't write a poem, no matter what you say.

The playground is calling my name

Where all the kids are playing a game.

But school is making life so lame.

I'm stuck inside, and you're to blame.

I didn't do my homework,

So you went berserk,

And now there you lurk

At your desk waiting for my masterwork.

Now I'm really getting bored

As I look toward

The window at my horde

Of friends. I'm really feeling ignored.

Well, maybe I'll admit

That perhaps I shouldn't omit

My homework, but only if you'll permit

Me to go outside to do my skit.

Here's my poem. Yes, it's true.

I wrote this poem all for you.

I hope you'll forgive me for my few

Misdeeds. Now I bid you adieu.