Evil is this number that envelops my mind,
Its octa-non ways search to find,
Grateful memories of happy grades.
Homeworks, tests, quizzes deserving of praise.
These cruel two digits hunt like a chimpanzee,
Yearning for a bite of my well-deserved ninety.
“Naive shalt I cower in fear my dear!”
“I fear this may be the end of my educational career”
“Ninety am I, your dark night in shining armor!”
“Execution awaits me if I do not make the roll of honor”
Intently their eyes meet,
Ninety knocks his nemesis of his feet.
“Even that B+ could not kill our love!”
“Not with the literary Gods shining on us from above!”
“Generously I risked my life for you but now I must say adieu…”
“Lovely ninety where must you go?”
“I need to be entered into Ms. Whalen’s computer by tomorrow”
“So sad it is to see my hero go on this dangerous spree”
“Happily though, you got your ninety”
