The Student
Author Unknown

Once upon a subject dreary
While I listened, weak and weary,
To a wise professor spouting reams of wisdom from his store,
As I sat there, fingers tapping,
Suddenly the class was clapping
For a student who'd been napping as the chap began to snore.

Angrily the teacher shouted,
As the student's ears he clouted,
Saying that he surely doubted that his class was such a bore
That the facts that he would mention
Could keep this one's attention
If he'd not been out a-wenchin', partying the night before.

Now the student saw his error,
And it caused him such a terror
That he swore he'd be a better student than he'd been before. And, in short, he left his wild ways, Studied hard throughout his school days, Letting not a pretty face faze him from what he'd come here for.
He became a model student,
Social still yet far more prudent;
And in time he made a true dent in the books that most abhor.
Till the pathway he'd been pavin'
Led him to a finer haven,
With the job that he'd been cravin'. He was happy evermore.