I have three days left to submit my final paper in school which would decide if I will graduate or not. I suddenly remembered the poem I discovered while still in UP. The title of the poem is THREE. It is based on the poem Tree in terms of format, etc. I don't know how to describe it. A parody maybe? Anyway, here is the poem. To explain the poem, a grade of three is the passing rate in UP (1-highest 4-fail). When I pass my defense and get to visit UP someday, I will look for this shirt.
I think that I shall never see
a grade as lovely as a three.
A three I've earned from blood and sweat
when failing is a serious threat.
A three I've asked from God all day
knowing praying is the only way.