A poem I wrote whilst sitting in a solid state lecture...
Once upon a time.,
On a miserable winters morn,
A young man went to lectures,
Where he learnt with a little yawn.
For although the lecturers tried,
and even sometimes succeeded,
It was not the day for knowledge to fly,
Even though it was badly needed.
For today was the day after,
Which the man had been to merry
And as he sat in the hall
He wished he had a sherry.
But with this crude desire,
He really couldn't see,
That even as he dreamed away,
The lecturer came up with glee.
And Poured a cup of molten lead,
Right down his blue hoodie.
So if your eyes are drooping,
And you don't feel awake,
Just keep your curtains dragging.
And stay in bed instead
