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
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