Finals
The time has come, finals have begun
It’s too late to prep, beware everyone.
Fear the teachers
For they're scary preachers.
For they know what we have done.
Ode to sleep
Dear old friend where have you been?!
You disappear like smoke do you think this is a joke!
It is exam time again and I don’t know how to begin!
I need some sleep, but I can’t count sheep so help a bloke
The sun is risen why can’t it quit!
But sadly, there is naught to be done but prepare,
Papers flying, slowly dying inside with dread
The urge to hide is running high I do so admit,
I dream of my bed arms open for me I dare,
Night has fallen yet sleep has again fled.
Wisdom
With age comes knowledge.
Though it’s not for all of us.
For it’s a recluse.