Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Exam Room by Witness Hamudi

Breathe and think

Don’t mind the clock’s tick

Think of picking up tick by tick

Never do look at Dick

Fumbling-chewing away his pencils stick

Composure is the tick

To grab, in an exam, at each tick.

Say your short prayer

Not loud, not silent, but fair

Then take your pen and prepare

Jotting all you have with care

Not to doodle doodle away the day.

With the first hours chime

Panic not, cheat not, its a crime

Stare at the time

And with each second write in rhyme

After all is done

Breathe and think

That all you have won.

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