For bojan, who loves my poetry LOL
Ode to My English Research Paper
By: Jessica Biron
(3/7/05)
With what satisfaction I survey
thy creamy white expanse
whose top filled only with name
your destination
and the date of doom.
See now the product
of my sweaty brow
my shoulders all a’ hunched
with fingers gnarled with carpal tunnel.
O? Remember the library
not one but three
wherein this precious knowledge was found.
Forget not the drive through the snow
to go to the millyard
and photocopy a sum of fifty-two
and leave five dollars two cents less.
Forget not the notecards
with fingers cramped were wrote
the facts to feed you with.
Forget not the computer
that technological pain
which doth cause so many headaches.
Forget not my hours of labor
which I did dutifully spend
slaving away for you.
O my paper?
Go forth, and procure for me
that most vaunted and glorified of
all the alphabet.
Go forth,
and bring me that A!
By: Jessica Biron
(3/7/05)
With what satisfaction I survey
thy creamy white expanse
whose top filled only with name
your destination
and the date of doom.
See now the product
of my sweaty brow
my shoulders all a’ hunched
with fingers gnarled with carpal tunnel.
O? Remember the library
not one but three
wherein this precious knowledge was found.
Forget not the drive through the snow
to go to the millyard
and photocopy a sum of fifty-two
and leave five dollars two cents less.
Forget not the notecards
with fingers cramped were wrote
the facts to feed you with.
Forget not the computer
that technological pain
which doth cause so many headaches.
Forget not my hours of labor
which I did dutifully spend
slaving away for you.
O my paper?
Go forth, and procure for me
that most vaunted and glorified of
all the alphabet.
Go forth,
and bring me that A!