……wasting time counting bells (school based poem)
The implacable horrid thought,
Of reaching school and trouble brought,
If caught late strolling down,
Makes me and my pensieve frown.
I there sit for hours eight,
Listening to Mendel's genetic trait.
Then begin the fearful test,
Which of course is a student's pest.
I suffer from a mystic myalgia,
Thinking about some weird nostalgia.
And when the results come,
The papers fly,
To do nothing, but make me cry.
The thought of inchoate knowledge,
Makes me have a small self pledge.
To learn a courageous spell,
Not to waste time counting bells......