The Research Paper
a poem by thenorm
Pour over books twenty times a week,
A research topic is what I seek.
Something to ponder, find delight;
I yawn unfulfilled as day turns to night.
No information and note cards are due,
Nothing written down in ink black or blue.
O research, research, research is due
And nothing written down in ink black or blue.
As weeks are turning from day to night,
This blank piece of paper gives me such fright.
Now I turn my head in sorrow
For I find my paper due tomorrow.
My paper, I know, my paper is due
And nothing written down in ink black or blue.
Confound did I wait, I have forgotten
Procrastinate my grade, now ill-begotten.
Turned in my paper, hanging my head.
I know with this grade, I soon will be dead.
I think Ill go live with a bird in a perch
For I forgot to do my research!