Peotry

This is the poem that I am learning to say of by heart. 

I’m pretty sure my parents are

pretending they are sick.  

I know because I taught them both

to do that little trick.

You blow your nose and hold your head

and claim your brain is breaking.

And so, a pro like me would know

my folks are clearly faking.

A little thing I learned in school

convinced me I am right.

My parents are supposed to meet

my principal tonight.