Days and Days

Today a mysterious figure left this poem on my desk. It is anonymous, however I think it may be appropriate for an open mic. night. Or just in general. I'll admit it's not a very good poem and I take no credit for it's writing. I believe it to be a work of fiction.

Screeching like scalded weasels,

Most likely carrying loads of measles,

A group of students nostrils flaring

approached me as I sat deeply caring

And accosted me in my time of leisure

With anger strong, or perhaps just seizure

They demanded, yes they must know now!

How, oh yes, they must know how?

The grade assigned was not to their liking

and like some grade point average Viking

They raised their voices and made it clear

that bullies always trade in fear

And insisted that the grade assigned

Made them feel most maligned

And if the grade was to remain that way

Then they would cause a most disruptive fray

I've sometimes dealt with a gradebook Karen

Their voices loud, their discourse barren

They demand I explain the grade and change it quickly

For the temporary GPA will make them sickly

And of course I am not one to lightly argue

It's just a grade and does not define you

But you would think that there is a way

Demanding need not be a donkey's bray

And if just asked with more aplomb

A grade change surely will keep the calm

Perhaps this could have been handled better

Please remember this if you need a college letter