EXAMINATION
When you sit for an examination,
it seems you’re fighting for the nation!
Your palms are sweaty, your eyes see double,
You know then that you are in trouble!
When the questions come in front of you,
You wish you could cry Boo Hoo !!
The English paper- it’s full of questions,
You wish you had learnt prepositions;
And done your long dash impositions!
The science paper –its divided into three,
Physics, Bio and Chemist—tree.
The questions go on till infinity…….
The Maths paper- it’s made for a brainiac,
Designed to make you a mental maniac!
The social science is full of facts,
Reminds you of chasing rats!
The French paper-you think is easy,
But makes your head go perfectly greasy!
After your exams, you think you’re free;
But the teachers cut you to pieces three.
Your marks-they make see stars
You wish tat you could fly to Mars.
But the worst part- here it comes!
The final exams are yet to come.
2 comments:
Laugh Out Loud, this is so true. Nice poem!
Laugh out loud, good poem. Full of truth.
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