Quite So Sad
I wish I wasn't
quite so sad.
I'd talk about
The day I had.
No one cares
about my test
or how I spelled
the word conkuest.
It's boring, too,
To hear me say
I skinned my knee.
It hurt all day.
Dad scolded me
and we had liver.
The cake got burnt.
I got a sliver.
I'd talk about
the day I had
if it wasn't
quite so sad.
Anne Knowles
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