Most of you readers will not understand nor appriciate this poem, because it describes what is now Mrs Cathcarts 2nd Term 3rd Period AS English Class and the story of...
Overcoming The Ordeal
Sitting in a room, split down the middle.
It's us against them was the initial impression.
The Master came in, tight pants, dark curly hair.
Told us his rules, as if we had cared.
Now it's us against him, so I thought.
He knows the material, HE KNOWS IT WELL
Taught us Poetry, from beginning to end.
Too bad he had failed, it was boring as hell.
So us against It, trying not to fall asleep.
Two till the big test, our savior comes
O captain, my captain, steered us out of the tempest
We chat, and FINALLY have fun
Then us against him, once more
Day of the test: I was out of my mind,
Studied all night, but the fella resigned
Boredom was beaten, monster stepped down!
It's us with the Captain, for good.
So much has happened,
In so little time.
I loved you all from the start,
May we never part.