Poetic Injustice

This is the fifteenth time Martina has tried to create a poem reminiscent of Margaret Atwood’s “This is a Photograph of Me,” and it’s perhaps the most miserable attempt yet. She doesn’t even know why she tries anymore. After all, after only nine tries for last week’s assignment, she gave up on trying to emulate William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just to Say”. Apples, pears, peaches, watermelon, and kiwis just didn’t cut it the way plums did.
Why even bother, though, when that dimwit Angela got an A just for finding a way to not rhyme “Nantucket” with the obvious?