Freckle Faced Harlee Fay

Dear Ms. Rizzo

My name-

Harlee Fay Dyer

The game-

Write my teacher a book of poems

What I'm feeling-

Oh crap

I am not a poet

As my teacher I think you know it

I don't like 'busting' rhymes,

I think it's a waste of time

I could be running like the wind

(Look, simile!)

I could be a free bird,, flying over the countryside

(Look, a metaphor!)

I could be listening to the whispers of the willows

(Personification)

Instead, I have to write a two- ton book of poems

(A Hyperbole, for 'ya)

Yes, I am not a poet,

And Ms. Rizzo, I know you know it

But for you, I'll give up my time

For you, I guess,

I'll have to at least try