Study I
must,
For a
Quiz approaches,
Baring
its fangs,
Oh! The
molasses!
Impromptu
answers,
And arbit
guesswork,
Saved me
last time. Now,
I fear,
twice it will not work.
Aiming in
the dark
And
taking blind shots.
Oh Joy!
I've found,
A book of
reference of sorts!
Now I can
pass!
If only I
had,
The
determination to read,
More than
one page, so sad.
The
sandman draws near,
My head
feels like lead,
I now see
the light,
Paradise
ahead!
Awake,
and I find,
Verses of
wit beyond compare,
So now I
write this ode,
To waste
more time. So there!
Indeed.
ReplyDeleteLa foule will be impressed.