Random Rhymes while Attempting Physics Homework
Another anti-physics poem by Vince Weaver
In the Hall of Books
In a study nook
I sit and ponder fields magnetic.
I am all alone
Far away from home
Studying problems, both real and synthetic.
Why won't she call
Or contact me at all?
Why is this problem so endemic?
I struggle to get work done
This isn't any fun
Perhaps procrastination is genetic.
Omens of doom
Clutter the room
I hope these visions aren't prophetic.
So back to work again
Writing with my pen
Before my writing become pathetic.
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