For days he had searched for the words, but they would not come
He shouted, ‘Stop mocking me gods, you have had your fun!’
Another sleepless night and the day was here
As the class grew nearer so did the fear
And then he realised the route he had to go
Steal or borrow, no one will ever know
That evening he beamed as he read the stolen creation
And when he finished, he smiled and waited for their adulation
But all he heard was….
‘Oy you **** I wrote that!!’ as he was swiftly thumped in the face
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
For days he had searched for the words, but they would not come
He shouted, ‘Stop mocking me gods, you have had your fun!’
Another sleepless night and the day was here
As the class grew nearer so did the fear
And then he realised the route he had to go
Steal or borrow, no one will ever know
That evening he beamed as he read the stolen creation
And when he finished, he smiled and waited for their adulation
But all he heard was….
‘Oy you **** I wrote that!!’ as he was swiftly thumped in the face
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