To rattle off the choices, the facts, and the answers,
Of Classrooms numbered, and hallways named
For my mean brain to empty:
Or how they all, have tests planned,
Let Teachers and Counselors set the dates
That my schedule may not have any impact.

But to my wond’ring eyes and envious heart
Joe student’s paper and scores do but glance o’er,
Drat, I do grudge the grade gods did not part
Him with the lack and me with the store.
A wit can do what a wit will,
But fault can I do my skill

From F-Students no epiphany to impart,
Nor yet a smart retort from foul mouth,
Not intelligent conversing to behold.
My hungry, sleep deprived brain so thinks,
And this to rest, alas, no thought is able,
Cause procrastination made so irreparable.

Nor can I, like a straight A’d one,
Who ponder at first, in future times argue.
By Homework he gladly found that seeked,
A full nights rest to a weary soul.
Studying can do much, but this maxim’s most sure:
A tired and processed brain admits no cure.

I am annoying to each 4.0’d person
Who says my answers better fries serve.
A student’s notebook all turn from my wrong,
For such despite they cast on average thoughts
If what I do prove well, it won’t go on,
They’ll sat its copyright, or else my neighbors.

But sure the middle school teachers were far milder
Else of our age, why thought they more
And grades made higher?
So above all else they placed the grades added,
But this lenient system they soon undid.
The middle school teachers did but boost and lie.

Let teachers be teachers and students the same.
High teachers have rule and hold the key;
It is in err to wrongly wage the battle.
Teacher’s grade and students understand perfectly well.
Omnipotence is permanent and fully yours;
Yet grant some small freedom to ours.

O ye power wielders that grade the high,
And ever with your eyes catch ever your praise,
If only you deign these humble thoughts
Give A or the high mark, I ask no perfection.
These tired and unorganized ideas
Will make your day a bit more humorous.