Denvor fernandez (27/01/1988 / Palakkad, Kerala, India)
MENDING EXAMS - A PARODY
Something there is that doesn't love exams,
That sends the frozen-brains-swell under it,
And splits the upper senses in the sun;
and make gaps even two can fail a test.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one paper on a paper
But they would have the mistake out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made
But at spring results-time we find them there.
I let my teacher know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the exam between us as we go.
To each question that have fallen to each.
And some chalenging and some so nearly ' balls! ! '
We have to use a spell to get some marks:
' Stay correct until our pens are turned! '
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on each side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need exams:
He is all rules and I free-thinker.
A three hour test can't judge
a student's real worth, I tell him.
He only says ' Good exams make good students.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion into his head:
' Why do they make good students? Isn't it
When we are fools? But we are no fools.
Before I write my exam I'd ask to know
What I was showing in or showing off,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that does not love exams,
That wants it down. ' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing papers grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of boards only and the shade of classes.
He will not go behind his Professor's saying
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ' Good exams make good students.'
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