In the Exam Hall

I sat in the hall,
I thought I'd have a ball.

I twisted my pen and scratched my nose ^© ,
to find a logic or reason to write.

I looked around in awe or disgust,
as everyone wrote with out a fuss.

I am fated to pretend,
in this studious class of mine.

When my mind of knowledge is enchanted with rust,
my memory i cannot trust.

In the end, my paper stood out alone and blank,
As my hopes of passing slowly sank....

-Rohan
(3 sep 2010)