Assignment Three

I did not pay attention as I should

It would seem

And I have friends as walls in a room

Who thought not of me but their gray sides

Neglected to whisper the work to me

Walls have ears I should know

But these had, but none could know

Ten poems what am I to do

Ten strips I may have to bear

I’ve learnt my lesson

But alas too late

The death of my assignment mark

Must I watch?

Will I write what comes to head?

Or simply wait and see him die

No, I shall write and struggle to discern

What I have learnt in class,

For good and valid poems

Shall come, in the honor of assignment three