Revision (or the Value of Revising)
Your test may now begin,
He says his hand upon his face,
hiding his wide grin,
As the pupils' pens fall into place,
He smirks at those that seem confused,
While pacing the room,
He could have been a pilot, but he refused,
Because he loves the gloom,
More and more look from their table,
To try and discern an answer,
But many are unable,
As a quiet voice calls out for 'sir',
He looks forever forward,
Ignoring the desperate plea,
Having the odd stern word,
With those sitting noisily,
And as for me?
Sitting at the back of the room,
And I know I can see,
Through all of the doom and gloom,
For whilst most others are perfectly able,
This test came as a suprise
But I looked at the time table,
And actually had time to revise,
So when I hand my paper in,
To the suited teacher at the front of the bunch,
I'll be sure to have a grin,
As I head off to lunch.
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