The Fight For Funding

The meeting begins, to see which one crest

The important money from which they request

Lord of the Bleachers, Athletic Teacher

Ravishing with his enticing feature

The band’s protector, Fine Arts Director

Thought worthless at best, just mediocre

The one who gets funds is decided by

The one who rules all, that leader most high

Athletics is strong, successful and cool

They normally win; the best in high school

They are funded well, not under a spell

The coaches push them, they better excel

Or else fall in mud, and take a fat L

They have what they crave, there’s no need to dwell

Unlike the band, who can’t have hotels

Instead live on buses, foul things from hell

Fine arts must be skilled, and master their craft

Perfect and stunning and choreographed

No less will be taken, not good enough

Without the right setup, makes it more rough

They ask and they ask, Fundraisers galore

No matter how much, they always need more

We may never see how good they can be

Unless we rise up and show her our plea

Leader of both, she has not the smarts

Superintendent, she loves the fine arts

If only she knew, the state they are in

With funds they can try and finally win

She’s under a spell that fine arts is swell

Though they are as fragile as an eggshell

She funds athletics, knowing they’re flush

Reducing broke fine arts, straight down to mush

Let’s show her fine arts, requires some love

Fine arts will be something that we are proud of