My Professor
He really does me in...
He mispronounces “America”
Says he has a passport from somewhere-ica
Therefore thinks he’s a citizen
Then, oh Lord, we begin again
And, he just goes on....
He has been a poor dirt farmer from long ago
A businessman twice owned
An accountant is what I am looking for
Since this is what I am going towards
No need for presentations...
He can just talk it all out and about
Explain Balance sheets and Income Statements
All with his hands and to his credit
He does not even have to edit
I’m learning very well...
My scores are low
My eyes are heavy, half the class is asleep
I keep wondering, “What am I doing here?”
Please tell me, is it him or just me?
Holly P. Moore (studying for class)
October 2012
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