‘How was the question paper Sam?’
Asked an anxious mother.
‘I hope it went off well,
Or is it the other way?’
Mama, when I received it in hand,
It looked crisp and easy.
So I tore off the seal,
And at once got down busy.
When I tried to write the answers,
A strange thing occured.
I did not remember more than a line,
Of whichever question I preferred.
It was prepared by someone,
A magician or my foe.
For all those lessons I did not learn,
How would anyone know?
Luckily, a fairly good part of it,
I answered without restrictions.
But that shrewd invigilator said,
Those weren’t questions.
They were instructions!
One shouldn’t go where
One gets humiliation and pain.
So don’t put me, my dear mom,
In this ordeal again.
