The Doomed Student - Poem by Sophia White
She has piles and piles of papers to write.
She has miles and miles of sources to cite.
She has many and many a book to read.
She has rows upon rows of gardens to weed.
She has dozens and dozens of lectures to hear.
She has hundreds of thousands of exams to fear.
She has work topping school topping tests topping dates.
She’s hours behind and she’s still running late.
She has to-do lists that stretch from here to Peru.
She has no time to dawdle, no hours to lose.
She’s got summaries to write and figures to add,
But she just sits around writing poems like mad.
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