Whichever it was,
I haven’t completed the task
that you did ask,
of writing a poem
upon the subject: Excuses.
But, I must just say,
that it was a great poem –
I must just say that, as it was –
and I spent many short hours of hard graft
in honing it to perfection,
taking the words in the best direction,
and distancing my predilection
to write a Haiku or a Limerick.
However, in absentia,
you’ll just have to take my word for it.
It was probably an A* or higher –
I would be a liar if I said it wasn’t –
and I should go far in Poetry-writing,
inviting comparisons with Blake,
Wordsworth, Maya Angelou,
and some of the other poets that wrote the bestest poems.
So, I await my honours degree, my awards,
my nom de guerre,
and then I shall poet
I know not where.
The sky’s the limit,
the Sun my guiding light,
so please don’t dim it
by failing me.
As I am the bestest,
as I know
you’ll surely agree.