Nevermore

Upon a midnight dark and dreary
While I typed, eyes a-bleary
Teeth a-chatter, fingers freezin’
Window up to let the breeze in
Any trick, and any way
To keep the evil sleep at bay

To what, you ask, do I owe
This solitary tale of woe?
Well…I don’t know how you’ll receive it
I don’t even know if you’ll believe it –

This anti-somnolent confinement
Is due to my midterm assignment!
Yes – it’s true –even though
The ground still groans with loads of snow
And even as those gray mounds fester
We step right in to Spring Semester
And though the courses barely started
With wisdom only partially imparted
Our proud preceptors do profess
That they must summarily asses
If diffusion of said information
Can be retained for some duration
And only with their words dictated
Will same preceptors’ will be sated…

A little glum, a wee bit sour
I plead the lateness of the hour
In truth I really hardly mind
Mental pursuit – most any kind
And especially if it comes near
The case of my chosen career
So I guess I may do well to close
My tired bit of rhyming prose

And so, goodbye, assigned critique –
You aren’t due until next week.

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This post was originally posted on my NYU blog as part of the NYU Silver School of Social Work Student Blogger project under the title “Quoth the Raven (Poe, 1845)”. It was featured on the NYU Social Work website.