Christy--Assignment #8--Short Poem

There is no debate,
It must be my fate,
A poem for writing group it due,
Though the hour draws late.

I live next to a zoo,
It has many a kangaroo,
I’ve not gone there for a year,
Sometimes I wish I do.

Uneven are my ears
This has always been my fear,
They don’t grow at a steady rate,
Though when I listen I can hear.

I wonder what I’d write,
If my sight did not grow lousy,
All my time I spent tonight,
Playing cards and feeling drowsy.