A Collection of Wits

A Collection of Wits

 

Collecting my wits, I tackle with gravity

A task I must not approach with levity;

For my inestimable teacher did this week assign

A truculent toil (of which I won’t whine).

 

Although sorely subjugated by this chore,

I refuse to be annihilated in the war;

So, pitching a bivouac and digging in tight,

I attempt to alleviate my bogged-down plight.

 

With sharpened acumen, and pencil tip, too,

I aggravate friends and make enemies anew;

My neighbors who sit in nearest proximity

Feel the effect of impending antiquity.

 

My loquacious manner, which vexes my pals,

Makes taciturn mollusks amend their locales;

Fearing reprisal, should my good grades languish,

I assuage the inevitable, which lessens my anguish.

 

With diurnal diligence and industry unflagging,

I work till my eyelids with fatigue are a-sagging;

The literary atrocities I often make

Will not with impunity produce a mistake.

 

Becoming nocturnal before this job’s done,

Nevertheless, it’s been lots of fun;

But if this assignment should come through again,

Think it not strange if my brain’s in a spin!

 

 

12-17-97

Written for an English and grammar class.  

There was a long list of words we were to include in poem or prose.  

Yep, they're all in there!  ;-)