Limericks from an Ex-English Student

My paper was scored 81

And now life has lost all of its fun.

My grades are my soul

And this breaks my roll

Of hundreds and hundred-and-ones.

I said “Mom the score was 85”

And she said “well it’s good that you tried

But that’s still kind of bad.”

So she’ll really be mad

When she finds out that I actually lied.

There’s nothing that I would like better

Than to scrutinize the place of each letter

In this horrible poem.

Or perhaps I should roam

Out the door and indulge in the weather.