This is a moving-boxes time of year,
When piles of paper stacked precipitously
On horizontal surfaces appear
To cast their leaves away capriciously.

And as shed sheets infect desk after desk
They settle on the work that’s been assigned
And keep appearing, paperwork burlesque,
Resulting in paralysis of mind.

While teachers yearn for summer to arrive
Administrators brace for fiscal close.
What quarters system sadist did contrive
For both to be coevally imposed?

For one tends to succumb to greater tension
When one cannot be granted an extension.