In the grand tradition...
I will arise and go now, and go to the library,
And a warm corner find there, where chair and blankets call:
One laptop will I have there, a plug for the battery,
And work alone in the lamp-lit hall.
And I shall have some peace there, though peace is rarely found,
Missing from the dorm in the evening, where my loud roommate yells;
There heaters rumble gently, and pens scratch all around,
And hours pass with the toll of bells.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear keyboards clicking all too purposefully;
While I sit in the classroom, or PROCRASTINATE away,
I hear my paper calling me.
And a warm corner find there, where chair and blankets call:
One laptop will I have there, a plug for the battery,
And work alone in the lamp-lit hall.
And I shall have some peace there, though peace is rarely found,
Missing from the dorm in the evening, where my loud roommate yells;
There heaters rumble gently, and pens scratch all around,
And hours pass with the toll of bells.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear keyboards clicking all too purposefully;
While I sit in the classroom, or PROCRASTINATE away,
I hear my paper calling me.