A bit of a long poem based on a test I had to take. |
The autumn leaves sway with the breeze And what is shaking, it’s my knees As the new school semester looms ahead Forcing me out of my comfortable bed First I must take the Einstufungstest And I assure you I will do my best But there is much that I do now regret To study would have been a better bet! Deep in my stomach I feel queasy, This test, I know, will not be easy, To take a test entirely in the German, I have nothing for luck, no talisman. And here it comes, we line up now, A to L, M to Z, two lines, and how! Nearly a hundred of students to line, As if they were a long piece of twine. The line comes to around a large bend, And it is time for it to come to my end. In the room I go, heart all aflutter, Hey, there I see my old instructor! On a hard wooden bench I sit, And I bring nothing, to wit, Except for paper and passport, My pen, without which I’d abort. The first part of the test is passed, Which should have left me aghast; Grammatik, my so ancient foe, A difficult subject, nothing pseudo. And so I begin, with written gusto, Aber, obwohl, Trotz, weil, also! And most of it I make complete, But how uncomfortable, my seat! The second part came before me, A difficulty, for all there to see! Eine Textproduktion, an essay, Which I would have to slay! Fun, this second part was not, As essays are by me not sought, In German or in any language, And always to me a great umbrage! I make myself scribble what I can, And must feel as if a hanged man, My every word against me count, No sentence allowed a discount. I make a mistake here and there, scribble it out, with much flair. And then finally, I’m finished, Feeling internally diminished. And then I leave the class, And think to myself, alas! Maybe I go to Mittelstuffe To which I'd say, "Oof'a!" I walked all the way to home, And sat, hair needing comb, Before my computer, so happy, Write this poem, which is so sappy. And now, I give you one last line, And must say, that it is just fine, If with it I don’t quite rhyme, Because I’m just too fricking tired. |