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In a dreary campus sat

Poor I, a poet, much perturbed

For I was realizing that

My odds of passing were disturbed.

Th’examination that I took

Was one on poetry, so I

Did not much study from my book

But sat the test, my brain still dry.

Yes, I could name poetic styles

Sonnet, Sestina, Villanelle.

I blacked out bubbles, full of smiles,

‘Til did important topics knell.

I can distinguish couplet forms

Iamb, Trochee, and Anapest.

Easily I fought these questions swarmed

But failed at what mattered best:

A final question on the page

The exam’s author failed to anoint

And my lack of answer caused me rage.

The question: “What’s the fucking point?”