Poem #3858
The Patient Paper Foe
A test sits on the desk, / A silent, patient foe. / My pencil taps a nervous tune, / I really do not know. / The questions stare like little eyes, / They seem to watch and wait. / My brain feels like a scrambled egg, / It's getting rather late. / I wrote my name with extra flair, / To buy a little time. / I doodled dragons in the margin, / That was quite sublime. / The clock ticks loud, a steady beat, / My stomach gives a lurch. / I think I'll just guess 'C' for all, / And head out to the church / Of snacks and freedom, sweet release, / From this academic beast. / I'll claim the dog did eat my work, / Or maybe, just the yeast / In my brain has risen too much, / And now it's time to go. / The test just winks and whispers low, / 'You'll never, ever know.'
Prompt: test
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