The Gaming Lizard

Twas the night before our results, and in homes of all JC students
No one would /stir, /sing, /dance, /silly, or /laugh
The moods were low, all playing ceased
In hopes their results would soon be released

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
All hoping to pass the hour of the dead
And all round' the neighbourhood
None of their eyelids were tired and droop

When out by the door, the shining rays of the sun
It shined brightly as if to say lets have some fun
I readied my bag with a heavy heart
For after lunch, I had to dart

The sun didn't light up the boring old dirt
(C'mon, some clouds and wind couldn't hurt!)
When what should I see, out there on the streets?
A legion of students, all with bag of big treats

They were drowning their sorrows in candies and sweets
But all it did was to make their mood dip
Was there anyone to give us comfort?
I sigh as I walk and kick up some dirt

The school gate's open, its steel stone cold
All up the big hall by 2 as we were told
The mood in that place is depressing and dark
I see some girls hugging their Donald Duck

The lines in the hall, separate by class
Heck I hoped Im seated beside a hot lass
Our teachers all smiled, short and brief
Yet it managed to give us some relief

And then, on the stage, I heard from the floor
The arrival of the principle by the side door
As I drew in my head, visions of people crying
I was distracted by the principle talking

He was dressed up all formal, from his hair to his rings
Standing still by mic and signal for silence out of all things
He began to speak, his voice soft and tone harsh
That its all to late to change what's past

Our heart feeds our soul, or so that he claimed
And deep in our hearts we know what we'll obtain
His smile did not help the atmosphere
For we were all gripped by dread and fear

He flashed last years results onto the screen
I could have sworn I heard a little scream
It wasn't too good yet it's not that bad
I wonder to myself how many will weep

The moment came at last, to give the results out
The cheers and jeers can all be heard loud
One by one, we receive our papers
With teachers giving eye signals

When at long last I gotten mine
I found out I cant bare to give it an eye
What had my own signal possibly mean?
Is it good, is it bad from her eye's gleam

I ignored the cries and joys of people around me
And looked at the paper with deep hidden glee
What I saw sends a shiver down my spine
For that will always stay on my mind