Bewilderment , USA
It seems I should get back to work, erasers must be cleaned.
The new year beckons, promise bound, there're skills to be machined
and polished to a glistening shine lest they begin to rust.
Excuse me Mr. Balladeer, don't mind my cloud of dust.
Erasers I must clean you see, as Alison says so
or she is going to tell Miss Marge, and I can't have that, NO!
I'd druther raise a cloud so big as would obscure the sun,
and while I'm doing that Monsieur, at you poke some more fun.
It is my way, you see my friend, there're subjects to be learned,
Your expertise I'm here to test, but do not be concerned.
We all must have our cross to bear if even undeserved,
perhaps this year you have resolved to grade more on a curve?
And so, ACHOO!, another year, one hopes to do it just,
and if erasers I must clean y'all can eat my dust!