Dear Michael Gove
Pens at the ready, eyes alert,
Every button done up one my too white shirt.
Every sense, every nerve, every cell, every part
of my overtired body waits for the ‘you may start'
With every turn of the page my heart doubles pace.
Every tick of the clock turns this into a race.
Every unknown answer makes the time go faster,
with facts merely littering the daunting blank space.