Students During Exam Time

Complaining about exams has
become a recurring theme.
Honestly, it’s not as big a deal
As kids sometimes make it seem.

“Easy for you to say!”
the senior students scoff
“Seventh graders have it easy-
You have nothing to complain of!”

Here’s the thing about exams:
They merely test our memory
Not much goes into our heads
When it’s all crammed in a hurry.

There’s that one poor bloke
Who toils through the pain
Receives the fruits of labour
In form of topping once again.

They leave the class aghast
In lieu of getting applauded
The jealous ones cry “Betrayer!”
In envious tones quite morbid.

But the most infuriating
Is the one who exlaims
They never bothered to study
Yet, the most marks they gain.

There’s the confusing lot
Who really couldn’t care less
sleeping through the school year
Exams? A load of pointless stress.

And when the hellish days cease
The kids all jump for ages
Until the scores return to haunt us
We all turn into praying sages.

Whatever the grade turns out to be
We vow to next time excel
But the cycle always repeats
Shall be the same next year as well.

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Thinking What To Post

Hello friends! Today, I thought about what to post, and I had no idea what to do. It was like my brain pulled a fuse!
So I just let my tongue go loose about how blank I felt, and I was like: “That’s it!” And so, I wrote a poem about not knowing what to post in WordPress. Let me know if you can relate! 😉

I wondered what to post
On my WordPress Blog today.
A poem? Or a story?
Photos of Picture Day?

I told my brain to imagine.
I told it to go and think.
I grasped on ideas
Like a kinda ravenous mink.

I drooled on my bed.
I clutched and pulled my hair.
But whatever I tried to do,
My head just seemed bare!

I gnawed on my pen.
I scratched my hand.
The concept of creativity
I tried hard to understand!

But after fifteen minutes
Of sitting like a chump
I got kind of an idea
Which popped up like a bump.

What if, like Blyton’s Fatty
I let my tongue go loose?
I’d rhyme out all my feelings
And the poem I would choose!

So by the time I finished,
I ranted out my thought cloud
And this is what I said
Quite soon out loud.

I hope you enjoyed
This bit of my lifestyle
Of how I wrote the poem
Which drove me quite senile!
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