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