Just By Chance Poem by Ima Ryma

Unprepared for the test I am.
I see that when it's handed out
That it is a true/false exam,
Just a matter of fate no doubt.
I pull a quarter from my pants.
Heads will be false, tails will be true.
I've got a fifty fifty chance.
A lot of coin flipping I do.
I finish up in speedy pace.
I'm hoping for a passing score
But then I'm thinking just in case,
I pull the quarter out once more.

I decide that I should recheck
My answers once more, what the heck!