Wake Up, Mr - Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY
WAKE UP, MR.
The night is deep and shallow
As silence rest its great slumber
yet a head never rest its mellow
sipping thoughts he has to ponder
to be ready to recite tomorrow
and to give reasonable answers
to every questions on civil law
to be asked by his able teacher.
My eyes wants to close its eyelids
but my mind refuse to concede
even if my brain now truly withers
as my body begins to uncover
the desire to see my lovely bed
and lay down my weary head
after I had taken a liter of coffee
to keep my soul awake with glee.
I thought I was REALLY reading
to learn every cases reasoning
only to behold I was in my slumber
dreaming around with my lover
in a dungeon full of grace above,
filled with whispers of my love
but awaken with a cowing whisper
'Wake up, you're late now MR.
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