Ode to Chemistry Class, or, The Lament of the Chem. Student by [Analeyin]
Thinking here, sitting in Chem
Wondering what's wrong with them.
Sadly, this class is oh so boring
That even I can find myself snoring.
Everything moves by so horribly slowly
Made clear to even the dumb and the lowly
Endless, repeating words fall with a patter
While chemicals spill and make quite a splatter.
Eyelids droop and my head falls on desk.
Fluorescent lights start to turn opalesque.
Yes, they have said this class would be trying
Harder, I say, is to watch some paint drying.
Again and again, the same numbers found
Waiting for reaction: the class makes no sound.
Maybe one day, it'll form excitement.
Flaming soap bubbles for pyros' delightment.
Happy, sleepy children never miss a chance
To make sure they fall into a narcoleptic trance.
Now I'm tired too; I'm going to sleep.
Finally now, the minutes start to creep.
So, boys and girls, you have now heard my rant.
Maybe... someday... Stupidity will recant.