You sit all day, your ass grows tired,
As the teacher teaches and the others talk .
You pray that you’ll become inspired, though
Instead you’d like to take a walk.
But your money’s paid and you’re also fond
Of all the bright minds that surround,
And so you remain quite well beyond
Your patience. Then you hear a sound
Of actual learning taking place!
Your heart doth open and you become
A poet on fire. Smiles break your face.
If only your buttocks weren’t so numb!