I rapped upon the door with force
And introduced myself, of course:
“Yes, I was in your third-grade class.
Never miss a local story.
As pupils, we the year did pass
And every day you asked to borrow
A sheet of notebook paper. Tomorrow
Would come, you’d ask again
From me or from some other friend.
As years went by, we can surmise,
You never brought your own supplies.”
He silent stood; his face was drear;
So I spell out my purpose here.
Explaining thus my current track:
“Those sheets? Well now, I need them back!”