To My Third Grade Teacher
By Greg Parker
Dear Ms. Hobbs
I hate my best friend Walter.
I hate my best friend Walter because he has a trampoline in his backyard.
What do I have in my backyard?
Not a trampoline I can tell you that.
I hate my best friend Walter because he has a cool bedroom.
He has cool lights that change colors and dolphin wallpaper and more toys than he could count.
I don’t even really like dolphins that much but I hate that he has them and I don’t.
I hate my best friend Walter because he has a big house.
We can fly toy helicopters in his living room!
If we did that at my house they would just hit the ceiling and break.
I hate my best friend Walter because his parents are still in love.
I don’t really know what love is
But I know his parents have it and mine don’t and for that I hate him.
I hate my best friend Walter because he gets good grades.
Ms. Hobbs you gave him a check + but I only got a check
I hate my best friend Walter because no one else does
“Walter come play with me!”
“Walter come to my birthday party!”
“Walter want to come over this weekend?”
I want to play I want to go to your birthday party
I want to come over this weekend
I want parents in love
You know I want a check + too Ms. Hobbs
Please and thank you.
Sincerely, Not Walter.
From the author: “I wrote this poem from the perspective of 9 year old me as a letter to my teacher. I actually had a best friend (his name wasn’t Walter) that I was really jealous of and I decided to write down some of those repressed feelings in a poem.”