The Note

The Note

A special thing that I wrote

I hid it in my coat

With all my notes in the coat 

It turned pink because of the rose

I opened the note in the class

When my fellows were asking for the glass

It wasn't late late when the gate

Opened for the teacher who was late

She came in wearing a long coat

She asked for the note that I wrote

So I pick it up and ran away

When my father was on his way