The Love Note

Dear John, since I am just thirteen And you're thirteen years old too, It is not inappropriate That I send this note to you. I tried not to laugh when Teacher Got so mad her face turned red, When you spoke of Consciousness, Not understanding what you said. She didn’t rap your knuckles But I know she wanted to. My mama says when she was young That’s what teachers would do. It was brave of you to stand there As she shouted and berated, For you knew well of what you spoke And I thought it so well stated. But we are not to speak of God In this modern day, at school. That’s the reason Teacher frowned And said you broke the rule. My mama says it’s forward To pass notes to boys. I’m shy, So I won’t say I love you, But I wish I could. Goodbye. By: Joyce Johnson For: “Passing a Love Note” contest