I'm sure you understand
But it seems you're getting sick
Of students holding out their hand
I know you need good reasons
For handing out the dough
Well, you'll want to give me money
When you hear this tale of woe
I always do my homework
Except for when I'm slack
But it's hard to sit and type
With this sore and twisted back
I can dimly see the teacher
So my eyesight seems okay
I think I need new glasses
But I don't know how I'll pay
My hearing's causing problems
I can't hear people speak
Lip reading's proving handy
But it doesn't help in Greek
I don't want you to worry
If I don't appear one day
I can't get out of bed
But the doc says I'm okay
I went to do some shopping
But my car broke down again
I tried to write a cheque
But I couldn't find a pen
My shoes are torn and tattered
And my clothes are wearing thin
Though I found a nice warm jacket
While rifling through the bin
My kitchen cupboard's looking bare
With neither jar nor box
I really need some money
Or I'll have to eat my socks
I have a limp, a leer, a squint
My hair falls out in clumps
The doctor checked my heartbeat
And said it rattles, skips and jumps
A scholarship would help me
It couldn't make things worse
And it will save you from the pain
Of this dodgy rhyming verse
I didn't send the poem but I did get the scholarship, as well as a $3,000 merit scholarship - to which, frankly, I wasn't really entitled. My marks were very good but they need to be exceptional for that scholarship. My wonderfully supportive supervisor had a hand in that although she wouldn't admit to it.
I still wonder what would have happened if I'd submitted the poem...
.
4 comments:
Love it, but I'm not sure whether it would have helped your cause?!
It was a great poem! But I am not sure it would have helped either ;)
That, my friend, was a totally awesome poem!
Hehe - thanks! I don't think it would have helped but my supervisor sure liked it.
Post a Comment