In the spirit of the theme of National Poetry Day, messages, here’s an apologetic message to my old English Literature teacher.
Dear Mrs Green
28 years later I’ve decided to write to you,
To apologise for my behaviour in your English Lit class.
I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to your lessons,
It’s no wonder my A-Level I didn’t pass.
I’m sorry for being uncooperative and disruptive,
You see I thought poetry was boring.
But it was rude of me to disturb your lesson,
With my sarcasm and pretend snoring.
I have prepared a poor defence, my age,
Because when you’re sixteen years old.
You think the world owes you a living,
You don’t listen or do what you’re told.
But something you told me must have stuck,
I wonder what it was that you said.
That made a long-lasting impression,
So some of your lesson stayed in my head.
Because as you read my letter,
You can’t really fail to see.
That despite my youthful protestations,
I’ve now embraced poetry.
So if you haven’t now fainted,
Or dropped down dead from shock.
I’d like to at last thank you,
Before I put my pen down and sign off.
You see I think if it wasn’t for your persistence,
In trying your hardest to educate me.
Then perhaps I would never have found,
That I did actually love poetry.