I was told to write a poem
So I asked, what kind of poem?
My teacher said, “anything”
Which left me thinking
Should I write a happy one?
Or should I write a sad one?
Because it really is hard to write
When you don't know which topic is right
So I think and think and think
But all I do is blink
I come out empty handed
But I don't want teacher to be disappointed
So I just write here what I feel
Yes, teacher, this is for real
Here's the poem you asked me to write
I hope it turned out alright
I was lying in bed one night with a a pad of paper and a pen in front of me. A question popped in my head "What would I write if a teacher suddenly asked me to write a poem?" The answer lays above.
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