(This is a poem I did when I was in High school. In 11th grade my grades were low and I had a million and one excuses for forgetting homework. It's sort of like a poem for children, I guess but I hope anyone can get something from it.) :
Sorry Mr. Jayakar (pronounced Jay-uh-car)
Poem by Dana Young
Sorry Mr. Jayakar, I left it on the bus.
Or maybe in my other bag, cuz I was in a rush.
I think I left it underneath my bed.
My dog got it and tore it to shreds.
Or I might have wet it at the sink.
Accidentally when I got a drink.
I tried to dry it on the fan, but the ink faded.
I did it on my computer, but I forgot to save it.
I left it at home by mistake.
It was eaten by my pet snake.
It flew away on a shooting star.
Sorry, Mr. Jayakar.
Mr. Jay looks so angry, so sad.
It suddenly makes me feel so bad.
I look at the lines of sorrow claiming his forehead
And say "Sorry, Mr. Jayakar, forget what I said.
I didn't lose my homework when I buttered my bread.
I didn't leave it in the subway.
I didn't give it away.
It wasn't stolen by the C.I.A.
Or a reporter.
I didn't destroy it with water.
I never did my homework, Mr. Jay.
Not once this year, since the first day.
I take completely back all the lies I told.
I promise to do my work from the new to the old.
For now, and always I will be a star.
For every lie I told, sorry, Mr. Jayakar.
