This was an assignment for my Age of Satire class. Deign to remember burning midnight oil To make a word or two to rhyme Or turn in class essays on time. To get our theses right.
Endless work is our lot in life.
We have the mind, the wit, and the merit To do our job before he can ask it. Our day begins with the rising sun When alarms go off yet once again. We ve no time for eating, talking with friends, Our work extends to even weekends. When finals time comes, to the computer lab we go And do more work a night than in a week do you. We suffer fatigue and carpal tunnel From all the papers we write and research.