Morning was about to come.
Yet thoughts of waking up, were unwelcome.
I wanted to sleep more,
But Alarm clock was set on four.
It was a Day of exam,
I never studied anything beforearm.
I was bound to sleep in hall,
For I knew I couldn’t answer one question at all.
Clumsily I bathed and dressed,
Mind humming, and still not distressed.
For I knew it wouldn’t hurt a bit,
Though, blank sheet would say aloud that am a git.
So, what? Everyone is a git sometime.
And where is law, that being a git is a crime?
Thinking this I reached the exam centre,
Perception turned into admiration of beauties there were.
This is what I like about competitive examinations,
You find hot pretty chicks in abundant rations.
We went to exam rooms,
Where I realized I forgot to bring the pen, as anyone can assume.
Eyeing the sexy chicks around,
My eyes wandered without bound.
The girl in pink got my eye,
And offered a pen with a small hi.
I still wonder how she knew,
But with pen in hand, I faced a whole pirate crew,
Innocent and peaceful as I am,
I called a truce with them.
I couldn’t read any pirate of words,
And strike an answer depending on lucky cords.
200 pirates and gals for me to cope,
“Ring-a-ring Roses”, was my only hope.
I sang it 200 times,
And answers poured in as rhymes.
Laughing I shut the pirate ship,
I had won in 20 mins. Without any hardship.
Now was the time of party and desserts,
And so I spent 30 minutes.
In examination hall,
Admiring every maal[gal].
