And to the other students out there:
I close my eyes to thee forthwith,
Troubles abounding in thy lines
Thou motley-hided reading list
Thou scourge of sweet, free time;
Devil of nightly and waking dreams
Oh dark demon of labour assigned
Thou puling, ever-wretched being
Vile harbinger of deadlines nigh
Thou art naught but scum beneath
These varied sorts upon my desk
And any moment for the teeth
Of a worthy shredder, at my behest.
Hide thee well, misbegotten thing
Thou compilation of works and woes
Calling for numbers or anything
Wherein a thesis must be wrote;
So turn tail, forgotten creature!
And in thy shadowy heart know
I serve my own end, pleasure
And shall not study— ‘til tomorrow.
© 2012, Elizabeth Cook
I have to take some time off from WordPress thanks to exams, so here’s hoping I can keep an attitude as cheeky as this poem until I’m free. Exam-despair is never attractive! Thank you to everyone who has been reading.