one of my favorites from roseanne

[wwomanonfire]

This is the poem that darlene had to write for school and then had to read it at a school thing.

To whom it concerns, Darlene's work will be late,
it fell on her pancakes, and stuck to her plate.
To whom it concerns, my mom made me write this,
and I'm just a kid, so how can I fight it.
To whom it concerns, I lost my assignment,
maybe I'll get lucky; solitary confinement.
To whom it concerns, Darlene's great with the ball
but guys don't watch tomboys, when they're cruising the halls.
To whom it concerns, I just turned thirteen;
too short to be quarterback, too plain to be queen.
To whom it conerns, I'm not made of steel;
when I get blindsided, my pain is quite real.
I don't mean to squack, but it really burns.
I just thought I'd mention it, to whom it concerns.