I shivered, and dreaded her face
As she put me in a test every morning
I can never please her
Her way or no way!
This thing called EVALUATION
Is so subjective
It can’t be objective
When one is prejudiced.
But, how many ways can you peel a banana?
Or, how many ways can you dress a chicken?
How many ways can you put coffee in your cup?
Or, how many ways can you style your hair?
I catapulted to a higher ground
Aha! I am on top of everything!
KUDOS TO MYSELF!