Dear Miss L,

I'm sorry my poem's not a ballad like you asked
I guess I'm not up to the task
of your poetry class

I'm sorry it's a slant rhyme
and not exact or true
my meaning fulwords
seem never impress you

I'm sorry this project's late
and I'll get a seventy five
I guess I'm just the type
to procrastinate my whole life

I know I didn't meet
the requirements you set
but you haven't hered
the last of me yet

The words meant a lot
which I wrote that day
so, sorry
but I think I'll turn it any way

-Chloe