Billions Of Billious Blue Blistering Barnacles

A TRIBUTE TO BACK-BENCHERS

No matter what the teacher asks
i’m always at my own task
i’m one of the back benchers
And always at my own ventures
The teacher has come and he has gone,
Lounging on the back bench i always yawn ,
My last bench is the best place to sleep ,
But when the exam comes i always weep ,
“Go and stand at the back !” the teacher shouts,
“your bad performance is just according to my doubts.”
At my sweet bench , come sweetest dreams,
But they soon end when the teacher screams ,
Looking at all this , sometimes i try to deem:
One day i will sit in front and become nation’s cream,
Still , after all i love this sorrowful trench,
As i am writing this poem on the same last bench !!!!!!

Sounds slightly amateurish, I know. But it hasn’t been written by an expert anyway. And more importantly it is relevant to most of us.