The papers were graded, all snug in their folders;
Mrs. Scribe had a day off
before she got older.
But when Monday rolled 'round, she was sorry to say
it would not go away.
The last time we did this, we spent all of 3 hours
drawing pictures of ladybugs.
I'm serious; all the powers-
that-be came to us in the cafe-ter-ia*
and said, "This is the way
that it's all gonna be. A
cute little bug will become our salvation
for deciding of grades,
a trend sweeping the nation."
Well, we laughed & we chortled & hooted & howled,
'til the powers-that-be,
they did nothing but scowl.
They abandoned the ladybug ruse in a sec.
But I know that today
we will all be a wreck
as we learn a new system for giving the cherubs
a "pat on the back."
We just don't want to scare 'em
with the frowns & with yells & with deadly mean stares;
why, that's just so "old school,"
and we've got new wares.
They're handing out T-Shirts; yes, I'm told by the bosses,
from Principal Man,
who will cut all his losses.
We will learn to be happy & spread lots of mirth.
When our cherubs return
they'll learn what it is worth
to behave like true angels, I'm told this is the plan
to change attitudes grown sour
by the barking of man.
I'll be Tweeting today as the plan moves along
and I hope that you all
will come follow my song.
It's an Ode to an Inservice, the most worthless of ways
to waste taxpayers' dollars
on nothing, I say,
but an idea and a claim and all that clap-trap.
But I must go to "work" now,
and shut up my yap.