Placement Test Poem by Boghos Artinian
Placement Test
I knew his face very well
Yet, who he was, I couldn’t tell,
For he was not at his post
Nor was I at mine - his host.
We were together waiting,
Anxieties escalating,
He, perhaps for a block urethral,
I, for a digital rectal.
Hours after that consultation,
Relaxing at my station
I could place him at his post,
Selling me a violin sound-post
In a well-known music shop;
None other than Mr. Bishop!
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