I’ve never seen a class before
As boring as this is
The teacher keeps on dictating
The students keep on writing.
No reaction is ever established
Among the members of the class
I wonder how I’ll survive
‘Til the end of this course comes.
I thought I’ll gain something
‘Cause the subject matter is good
My interest was piqued
And, thus, got myself enrolled.
Now I regret these wasted times
I should have read the book, instead
But it’s too late to retreat now
I have to bear it ‘til the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.