Poems

Pretty Good Poem By Charles OsGood

There once was a pretty good student

Who sat in a pretty good class

And was taught by a pretty good teacher

Who always let pretty good pass.

He wasn't terrific at reading, he wasn't a whiz - bang at math,

But for him, education was leading

Straight down a pretty good path

He didn't find school too exciting,

But he wanted to do pretty well,

And he did have some trouble with writing

Since no one taught him to spell.

When doing arithmetic problems, pretty good was regarded as fine.

5+5 needn't always add up to 10;

A pretty good answer was 9.

The pretty good class that he sat in

Was part of a pretty good school

And the student was not an exception :

In the contrary, he was a rule.

The pretty good school that he went to

Was in a pretty good town,

And nobody there seemed to notice

He could not tell a verb from a noun.

The pretty good student in fact was

Part of a pretty good mob.

And the first time he knew what he lacked was

When he looked for a pretty good job.

It was then, when he sought a position,

He discovered that life could be tough and he soon had a sneaking suspicion

Pretty good might not be good enough

The pretty good town in our story was part of a pretty good state

Which had pretty good aspirations

And prayed for a pretty good fate

There was once a pretty good nation

Pretty proud of the greatness it had,

Which learned much too late

If you want to be great

Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad