Dear Mrs. Fretz, I’m so sorry I was late
I was running out the door, when I ran into the gate.
I fell on the pavement, all my books on the grass bed,
Then a sparrow came along and left a gift right on my head.
At this point Mrs. Fretz, I was beginning to get real mad,
Everything went crazy this morning, the situation was just so bad.
So picked up all my books, and I sprinted to the bus stop,
Only to see my yellow ride leave me at the corner of 5th and Hill Top.
I chased it for about a block, I was really tired then,
I nearly caught it but then I tripped, and loudly cursed at them.
I gave up the chase; I walked back home, and told my mom the news.
She looked at me in this confident way and said, “It’s okay, why do you have the blues?
We’ll just drive to school; it’ll be alright, you’ll see.
We’ll just take a turn at 5th and head down Willow Street.”
I jumped for joy! I was going to make it to school.
I actually almost jumped in the pool.
So Mrs. Fretz, this is starting to look good, is it not?
Just wait, it gets better. I nearly get shot.
I’m sorry Mrs. Fretz, what that you say?
The school caught me on tape? I was here the whole day?
No, that’s impossible, it couldn’t be true.
The only person in the wrong here is you.
We all look the same, how can you tell?
Oh, never mind. There’s more story to tell.
I’m all out of time? “That’s outrageous,” I claim.
Dear Mrs. Fretz, you don’t even know my real name.
I’m not really Billy, a boy from this school.
I’m actually Tim, so now who’s the fool?
I haven’t been to high school in 3 and a half years.
I know that I’m short, the only things that have grown are my ears.
The one on the right, it is just a bit bigger.
So now I say good bye, and April Fool’s to this teacher.