Once there was a boy,
Overconfident as shit.
His temper a mixture of salt and soy,
And he thought that he would make the paper lit.
He could not stay still,
Turning a deaf ear on the teacher's warning
Which it will.
Because at the end of it, he forgot about global warming.
Instead of methane,
He wrote ethane,
And went to the 99-lane,
He saw himself as insane.
He did for one year nothing but train,
Yet he had to curse his brain.
He slapped himself, hard on the cheek,
For he thought he could boast and speak,
Of how he completed the paper, even with a pen leak,
Also with a thirty minute huge streak.
He saw him as overconfident,
And how a single consonant,
Could make him incompetent,
And could destroy his friends' huge compliment!
Now it was time to move on,
And soon, never would he yawn,
While studying biological phenomenon,
And forgetting about the betrayer boron.
Never again in life,
Did he with his overconfidence strife,
For he would get a wife,
Who could put down overconfidence's rife.
(Also, she knew how to handle a knife).
Sorry, this might not be much of a poem,
But more of a rap,
Cause I had eminem in my mind,
When this laptop was on my lap. |
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