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 I’ll go live with a bird in a perch

For I forgot to do my research!


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