So I'm supposed to write this poem for ELA,
anything goes? That's the way I play.

It's actually pretty hard to think of what to write,
I might just monologue until the finish line is in sight. 

Despite all the practice I've had in 4 years,
I still don't know what i'm doing just like half of my peers.

Its march 1st and I still dont have this done,
when Mrs. Barnett sees me doing this late I’ll have to run.

Writing this poem was fun and exciting
And you could say my pen was flying

I kind of want to do this again
Despite all the crying and sighing