A Used Up Timed Schooling! Poem by Michael Gale

I walk down the hallway, to find my class.
To take one such test, for my entry exam of
the ill fated 'morrow.Hoping 'gainst odds, i
flunk not or feel real ill'd sorrow.Bell
did'th ring, sending bodies dart'd scrambling
down corridor'ed hall.Like busied Colon'eye'd ants,
t'witch did so scatter.As foraging for food, and all
crumb'd matter.The clock did strike and bell did
ring, for all of ones, to find and bring.A busied time
for ones such young, As went did time that
had thus, spent and sprung.Minute hand does
circle to meet hour'ed one as clock's
time does pass and beated'ly tick.Sheets of
thinned paper flail thru air heatedly
thick.Broom will meet instilling essays of
words as Janitor's test.Trash can rolls to stand
still of all mess, there be no thrill. 03-02-2006'.