Almost two weeks ago (Sunday June 7th) I wrote a poem that was meant to be a status on FB, it was a bit longer than I expected so it became a note. It is a bit funny and definitely not serious. And it doesn’t even make sense.
And so William Blake comes to the picture,
reminding me that I’m still studying literature.
I shall study survey for the rest of the week
and the rest is still to speak.
Next time I will be going to the beach,
having nothing missed but all to reach.
With Renaissance Paper I am not concerned,
and my love to E****** will be returned.
Maybe not now, but when he my paper grades
before the whole semester fades.
Have I decided to write this poem by this time,
threatened that there’s no use for rhymes.
I have decided not to publish the name that starts with E, because its a bit private.