(Written at age 11-12.)
I write this poem to fill up my poem chart,
I tell you it won't be good - it's not from my heart.
Of your brain could you please give me a part?
Unfortunately mine from my head is trying to run apart!
Maybe its tired of being in my skull's cage.
But from what it's doing now, my teacher will be in a rage.
For I must fill the chart with my poems and submit it to her,
And she must by tomorrow submit it to my head sir.
So you see, I, at this point in time need help from you.
Come on, you could be in a situation like this too!