"Poet's Delight"

A disillusioned college student ditches the stuffy academics for the life of a rhymester.

Math, physics, English, and so on--

     alas, are tiresome!

All the professors here go on

     with a prime axiom.

 

A stuffy, college campus where

     knowledge and books abound,

freshmen and co-eds are clueless

     and confused all around.

 

Mid-terms and finals I do dread

     as each semester ends;

the pressure's on me to study

     as the semester wends.

 

School's oppressive this semester,

     I'll see my old provost

and leave 'ere I rot and fester

     and take up a new post.

 

William & Mary's M.B.A.'s

     are just worthless BS;

degrees from the home of “The Tribe”

     are crap that obsolesce.

 

I'll do rhymes as “Poet's Delight”

     as poems are my forté,--

not tomes or stuffy scholastics!

     Ballads are my métier.

Reviews

[Mary Bradley]

Fun and witty poem ! Very delightful thing to imagine anyone would just forsake any scholastic degrees to be a poet instead ! It does put a smile on my face reading it .
Very good piece and thank you for sharing .

[~]

This was a fun read and full of true statements. I wish that these poems would add some zeros to my checkbook too :) Thank you for sharing.

[Ngoc M. Nguyen]

You are very welcome! And I'm glad that my poem was a fun read for you (as it was fun for me to write). Ngoc. :-D