A lady studiously typed.
Her assignment was almost done.
See, it was interesting for sure.
At first it had been fun
But it drained energy and time.
There were other things she wished to do.
And so it was that her assignment sat up and yelled;
“Well, I don’t know how to be without you.
Why would you finish such perfection?!
We’ve barely even had a row.”
“I’m sorry,” Said she,
“It’s time to hand you in now.
There’s nothing else I can do.
We both need to move on
And be as we shall be
I’ve become so worn
There’s not much point
There are many more things in sight
See, you’re destined for experiences other than mine
And I have many more assignments to write.”
And she typed the final word
It clicked into place
The assignment’s heart sank
- He was filed to interspace.