BAD NOTE
I BROUGHT A BAD NOTE HOME FROM SCHOOL
I CAME IN THE DOOR AND TRIED TO ACT COOL
TOLD MY DAD AND BLAMED THE TEACHER
THE WAY HE SCOLDED HE SOUNDED LIKE A PREACHER
SHE SAID MY SELF CONDUCT WAS WORSE THEN
BAD
MOM DIDN’T BELIEVE IT AND IT MADE HER MAD
SHE SAID I HAD MORE TIME THEN NEEDED
AND HADN’T GOTTEN MY ASSIGNMENT COMPLETED
I’VE TRIED MY BEST AND RACKED MY BRAIN
BUT ALL MY WORK SEEMS TO BE IN VAIN
I HOPE I’VE MADE THIS POEM TO RHYME
MAYBE YOU’LL EXCEPT IT THIS TIME.