A vow made in the heat of the moment is oft modified when sense prevails. |
Exams! A planned fact-lottery! Fevered brain the syllabus roams, Indian History – total mystery, Wrestling secrets from dusty tomes. Aftermath of two sips of wine, Banish all that I’ve learned by rote. It’s ten to nine, the morning’s fine, If I could find that sheaf of notes! Frantic search, desperate scrabble, Eyes roll and dart from here to there, I scramble, book-tower of Babel tips over, dust motes dance in air. With cunning inborn to foxes, Look underneath that bed of mine - Cardboard boxes, smelly sockses, Shiny tinfoil, a ball of twine stare back in stoic carelessness. Ma comes in and asks me, "What’s wrong?" Shame-faced confess, "My room’s a mess, Searching has taken far too long." She steps inside, a gusty sigh, Sure fingers reach under cushion - Hand holds high, that hidden from eyes, Thanks flow in joyous profusion. Books on table, rug on the floor, I shall not confusion borrow; Things strewn no more, window to door, I will clean my room. Tomorrow. I was always a messy student, I don't know how often this has actually happened to me - times beyond count! I just remembered it and thought I'd share. ** Image ID #1283313 Unavailable ** Quatrains with abab rhyme and internal rhyme in line 3, tetrameter. 28 lines |