Ode to the Bumsters

The dreaded staff meeting. I'm always super positive going into them, thinking that there is no way it will go longer than an hour. Maybe even hour and a half tops and I'll be able to make it home for lunch with the family. Then three hours later I'm staring daggers at the teachers arguing about which side of the board the date belongs, or why there are required exam dates, or where they end of the year teachers gathering should be, or what kinds of braids the girls should have in their hair... If there was anything productive for interesting discussed in these meetings than of course I wouldn’t be wasting my time writing poems about bumsters, but sadly that isn't so. I present to you Ode To The Bumsters:

Back in PST we learned about you
At once I almost packed my bags and said I was through
Men who wear fishnet tank-tops and flex for me?
No thank you, I'll stick with my boyfriend back in NC

I remember the first time I spotted one of your kind
It was at a secluded beach my friends and I did find
You were squatting and thrusting, cartwheeling and logrolling
No doubt preparing for the tourist season's toubab-scouting.

It only took moments for you to notice us laying there
We blink and suddenly there were twenty of you, before we could even prepare
You call us 'white lady, beautiful butterfly, and African queen'?
And then ask us if we need help figuring out this Gambian Scene
"No no" we say "just please leave us alone"
"Come on boss lady, it's nice to be nice!" you moan.

You started doing more pushups until you’re tired of being ignored
And then decided to sit behind us and quietly stare for more time than I ever thought you could afford.

But bumster, despite your annoying tendencies I truly do respect you
After being turned down you will still throw out pick up lines until your face is blue
Your confidence and persistence is something to be admired
You work so hard, it even makes the donkeys tired
My one piece of advice is to keep it up boys
Because you never know, next time you call me snowflake, my heart might just be yours.