Epistolary: The Perfect Excuse
Dear Professor,
I never meant to miss your class
I truly wanted to come
But alas, you see, I had
a terrible, terrible cold.
My mom did say
Not to go to bed with wet hair
But, of course,
Being a teenager
I didn't listen.
I should have, though,
Because now I have a cold.
I tried to be rid of it so I could come to class
I truly tried, I really did
I took those Breathe-Right strips
Put them all over my face
But turns out they actually go on your nose.
I tied sniffing hot sauce
Eating raw ginger
Drinking hot tea
Standing on my head
Eating oranges
But my cold didn't go away
So hopeless, I put everything back
Where it belonged
And left the grocery store
I hope you accept my apology,
I truly had the worst cold ever.
Sincerely, Andrea
