Whatif?

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif the teachers taught?
Whatif everyone does as they ought?
Whatif graders were objective and fair?
Whatif they had no vendetta and actually cared?
Whatif we learned in class?
Whatif education wasn't last?
Whatif they tried?
Whatif they lied?
Whatif they don't care?
Who's to say they weren't fair?
Try harder, study more!
Look at your friend, Elanor!
See how she does so much better,
How she memorizes each word to the letter.
Alas there is always an Elanor,
Sitting there, a little bore.
A signal that the teacher is teaching,
To one student she is reaching.
The rest are a flock, wortheless scum.
And you wonder why we aren't having any fun.


--Title, format, and opening four lines borrowed from Shel Silverstein