One dragon slain and four remain,
my fresh wounds throb with hellish pain;
I’ll be concise and to be terse,
I’ll write my tale in verse.
I walked into the battlefield,
with nothing but gel pens to wield,
I saw the dragon’s folded wings
and in his mouth were ugly things.
I slashed through them all, one by one,
the gruesome duel had begun,
and I foresaw that in this brawl,
I’d sometime slip and fall.
That fall came and that fall went,
I lost energy, I was spent;
but I got up and brushed the dust,
I carried on, I knew I must.
And with one final cry I thrust,
my pen and compass in its guts;
And with a labeled diagram,
I pierced its heaving diaphragm.
Within three hours I killed the beast,
And this I say, to say the least,
the next one will be stronger, thrice,
but I have no marks to sacrifice.
hahah.. really funny.
Woohoo! A battle well fought!
Get ready for the BiG DrAgOn!
:D
Woah! Funny indeed.
Hehe, yeah get ready for Chem.
Best of luck.
You gotta kill the dragon’s mamma this time.
WOW
nice poem…
But this one will be worse….
and the pares said phy was easy nothing on the inadequate time
My thoughts exactly on S.St…. sorta…
Brilliantly funny…now if only all that creativity could go into writing the chem paper, right? :D
I just need to pass…having difficulty with that, too…
irshad irshad