The 15-point dance

"A test!" said I, this will take place;
I'll study real hard, and make it an ace.
With tests every Tuesday, it's hard to keep track;
This one's bacteriology, and I'll lay down the smack.
Oh vile organisms, you affect cow, man, and cat;
Penicillin can defeat you and I love it for that.
That Tuesday, I entered the test with glee;
The practice test was easy, so this one should be.
I flipped through the test before making my start;
I dropped my jaw and and had to defibrillate my heart.
This test, of 100 points, only 20 questions had;
At five points a piece, this really could be bad.
The questions were random, and not like he said;
The answers he wanted were not in my head.
I turned in my test and left with a sigh;
Most everyone else was distraught as I.

"The tests are graded!", shouted a mate;
I swallowed my pride, and accepted my fate.
"Seventy-five!" I moaned, "it's not right"';
I knew my stuff and studied all night.
Many others had similar objections;
Later on we learned there were some exceptions.
A few questions had multiple answers you see;
The professor was smoking crack, obviously.
We were allowed to go to his office and make our case;
I went promptly, not meaning to get in his face.

I walked in the office, with three questions in mind;
Ten points more for sure, fifteen would be kind.
He gave me ten more without any flack;
"Um, one more question", as he turned his back.
"This first one" I pointed, "is right too";
He looked back at his notes and at me like a fool.
"That's not right" he spat, "you can see here";
"Well, you said it in class, and made it quite clear".
Wow, I wasn't trying to start up a fight;
I just wanted my points, so I held on tight.
"Okay", I thought, "so he wants to dance";
"I brought my tap shoes and comfortable pants".
Back and forth we went, for probably ten minutes straight;
I thought I was defeated, he turned away and...wait.
There on the computer screen was my name and grade;
The undeserved seventy-five had started to fade.
With a quick stroke a ninety appeared in its place;
I had won, and had done it with grace.
The A was mine, and I had won the day;
Justice was served, the American way.
And for my professor, a lesson well learned;
If you dance with me, you're gonna get burned.