Ballad Of A Passer's Heart

The day was dark, the sun’s out of sight
And it’s rays obscure, covert
The clouds are thick, yet Ruff went out
To see his grades so fair.

“Dear Madam,” he pleaded as he claims
Before the glass windows his rates
“My passing is true; why have you kept
Me waiting all these weeks?”

The Madam looked at him unmoved,
It seemed, and hollered high:
“Persistent Youth, you have to prove
By this paper your grades are true.”

“There’s not a thing I would not do
For you I will but prove.”
“Then go,” said she “to that Window Three
And bring this sheet to thee.”

Without another word, Ruff flew
And went to Window Three
The lady gave the Man his grades
He almost shed a tear!

Then back to the Madam fair he ran,
Unmindful of the rain
His scores are fine but she yelled “Oh God!”
So loud, the crowd’s enthused.

Still in his hand, he held the sheet
Scored stratospheric lofty-high
“With grades like that why’s your name not seen,
On the paper’s Top Ten batch?”

And then he heard a voice, not from
his lips nor from Madam
“Get up,” it said, “you’re on the Eleventh Rank!”
It was the Board Chairman.

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Dang! Almost! I’m 0.2 points shy from reaching the tenth rank. Well, that’s life. I should be thankful I even passed the Boards. To that PRC Madam, thank you so much for extending all the help.

This is *sooo the worst poem in history. Normal happy posts will be back in a few days.

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“Ballad of a Passer’s Heart,” a parody of Jose La Villa Tierra’s “Ballad of a Mother’s Heart.” Original version here.