Feeling a bit wocky My entery for NYU's "law school sucks" poetry contest:

Examwocky

‘Twas finals and the library drones
Did groan and grumble in the stacks:
While laden were the sunny groves,
With lounging undergrads.

“Beware the exam clock, my son
The seconds fly, the minutes whiz!
Beware the mental block, and shun
The dreaded issue missed!”

He took his highlighter in hand
Long time an outline there he sought
Till at last his head fell to his hands,
Despairing of a thought.

As vines grew rampant in his mind,
The Exam Day with tongues of flame,
Came streaming through the window blind,
And chortled as it came!

Point one, Point two, he muddled through
The weary keys went clicker-clunk!
Till time was read, and quelling dread
He went out to get drunk.

“And hast though slain the Dread Exam?
Come raise a glass, let’s celebrate!”
“O let me be, oh woe is me!
I left out sub-part eight.”

‘Twas finals and the library drones
Did groan and grumble in the stacks:
While laden were the sunny groves,
With lounging undergrads.

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Update: I won the contest :) What am I doing in law school when poetry's where the big money is?  ¶ 8:23 PM