Tap-tap the pens race
whilst hearts beat at an ungodly pace.
Never before have I seen such a frown
on such a smile-accustomed brow.
I wonder, if heavy hail were to fall
would they even notice at all?
Their dear old pencils are on the grind
as they chew them with an absent mind.
However, some are not as amused as I am
as each minute on the clock appears ******
They fidget in irritation, their patience hardly deep,
and some even try a hand at sleep.
Exams. What a cumbersome concept to me.
So much time allowed, but hardly freed.
What excitement when the bell strikes, friends!
Then, our drooping eyes study.
And it starts.
All. Over. Again.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Tap-tap the pens race
whilst hearts beat at an ungodly pace.
Never before have I seen such a frown
on such a smile-accustomed brow.
I wonder, if heavy hail were to fall
would they even notice at all?
Their dear old pencils are on the grind
as they chew them with an absent mind.
However, some are not as amused as I am
as each minute on the clock appears ******
They fidget in irritation, their patience hardly deep,
and some even try a hand at sleep.
Exams. What a cumbersome concept to me.
So much time allowed, but hardly freed.
What excitement when the bell strikes, friends!
Then, our drooping eyes study.
And it starts.
All. Over. Again.
Inspired, or rather forced, by the rather eccentric woman I call my English teacher.
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