Zoetic yet Poetic

My last name starts with a Z, so I'm always last. Please help me revise this poem for school.

When my English teacher had conferences during class,

to help revise our essays,

she ran out of time, and she didn’t pass

W, X, Y, Z.

She ran out of time, she didn’t get to me.

All because my name began with a Z.

And when T-shirts are made

with last names down the back,

mine is at the bottom, rolled up or tucked in,

You see that right there?

No, you’re not looking low enough,

W, X, Y, Z.

I’m at the bottom, it’s hard to see.

All because my name begins with a Z.

When teachers take attendance and call out names,

I am the one that has to wait.

From ABC to XYZ, my name always comes very late.

W, X, Y, Z

I have to wait indubitably.

All because my name begins with a Z.

This country thrives on order,

or the system would be confusing.

Someone will always finish last,

but somehow it is always me,

I am always losing.

One day, I hope my children

will live to see a world where they

are judged upon the content of their character,

and not the first letter of their last name.

Author's Note

Help me revise this for school please! Is it too silly? Should I get rid of the rhymes? HELP!