An English Lesson

I’m meant to write a poem,
But I don’t know what to do,
The teacher tells us that we should be quick.

I just can’t think of anything,
The clock is ticking by,
I’m the only one not writing, I feel sick!

The other kids can do it,
Why am I the odd one out?
They make it seem so effortless, so easy.

But every word’s a jumble,
Even though I try so hard –
That’s why I’m sat here feeling pretty queasy.

It’s the same in every lesson,
I’m the slowest in the class.
I wouldn’t come here if I had my choice.

But my teacher says that poetry
Is never ‘right’ or ‘wrong’,
And whoever has a go can find their voice.

The words don’t have to rhyme
Or fit a neat and tidy box.
You and poetry can have a little deal:

Just write down what you care about,
The good things and the bad,
And your poetry will make your readers feel.