The Parent-teacher Meeting
Mum has bought a stripey hat.
I thinks she’s mad -
she looks a prat;
I sure hope that she won’t wear that
to the parent-teacher meeting.
My parents meet me at the school,
she’s worn the hat -
I feel a fool;
I sure hope Dad won’t lose his cool
at the parent-teacher meeting.
Every teacher that we see
agrees I’ve no
ability
or skill, as far as they can see,
at the parent-teacher meeting.
They say I don’t try hard enough
I just give up
when things get tough.
They tell my parents all this stuff
at the parent-teacher meeting.
I sit there trying not to care:
( the stripey hat -
my friends all stare ).
Opprobrium is all I hear
at the parent-teacher meeting.
My English teacher tells my dad
that I’m the worst
she’s ever had;
she said I’m just a naughty lad,
at the parent-teacher meeting.
But Dad said this was all a farce,
and she was not
a teacher’s arse.
This was heard by all my class,
at the parent-teacher meeting.
It’s kind of like this every year -
ignominy
abounds, I fear.
I wish that I could disappear
at the parent-teacher meeting.