The journey started at the torrid turbine
It shall end tomorrow, as per design.
As the end of this judgment week draws near
At these mundane exams I still laugh and leer
I have seen them off without trying hard
Or muttering words muted and starred.
If testing me, Sir, is your ultimate aim
Find other ways, for these are too lame.
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Test you he shall, o' friend
ReplyDeleteDo not relax, this isn't the end
Vivas and presentations, we have next week
Of composites and foul air your body shall reek
But the week after that shall be the a lot more fun
Watching our friends getting screwed in the election
So! Other ways he's already found.
ReplyDeleteOh the horrible humungous hound.
I bet he drools and secretes saliva
At the prospect of the vitriolic viva.
And yes we'll laugh at many a peer.
As the date of elections draws near.
On the black cloud it's a silver lining.
For some action I have been pining.