A poem about first semester finals.
Midterms:
Midterms! Ah, my old friend.
Sarcasm, by the way, no need to pretend.
When this time of year comes about my mind surely descends
And tears without mend.
A time of doubt and stress,
I simply must digress,
That midterms aren’t the best,
They aren’t a cut above the rest,
They’re the worst of the tests.
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