Before you read, a note is that my math teacher is Mr. Oberle.

Twas the day of the final, and all through the class.
The teacher was certain that no one would pass.
He based the test off of all the wrong chapters.
And he sat there smiling, with an evil laughter.
All the kids knew of the evils he's done.
This sick twisted man, who had found this fun.
He was certain that it was done for us all.
I don't want to repeat in the fall!
When suddenly blared a giant distraction.
We left our to seats, to see the attraction.
A fire drill! On this day of all days.
"Oh thank God!" We shouted in praize.
We all had lined up, in a single file.
Wanting to leave the door, hall, and aisle.
But the teacher just sat there, grinning and laughing.
We were all scared and found it quite baffling.
Then we knew of our impending doom.
No matter what, it was due by noon!
We rushed to our chairs, and started deriving.
We did all we could, in hopes of surviving!
Now Nelson, and Marcus, Sean, Zack, and Chris!
and all other students, tired of this.
They all were demaning,
that we get a new teacher ... not so commanding.
Oberle just sat there, and looked at the hours.
And frightened us back, to the derivative powers.
What a waste, of being in class!
On this uncomfortable chair.
What a pain, in the ... derriere.
I finished my test. Name, period, and date.
BUT HE FAILED ME ANYWAY! For being two minutes late.
He set the clock, away from its time.
And the Math Gods had cried, for his radian crime!
But don't worry my friends, his fun is now finished.
He watchful eye, has begun to deminish.
I adjusted that clock! To its appropriate setting.
He sat there defeated, his evils regretting.
So he graded my test, with no loopholes, or lies.
And I just squeezed by, right on the fly!
All the students had cheered. They gave me presents and prizes.
For I had passed that class, with a sixty D minus.