'til later

a ballade on procrastination

my teacher has a crude invention
that always adds loads to my stressing
it's meant to test my comprehension
but manages to test my guessing
because when I begin addressing
my notes to get my facts all straighter
I found myself always digressing . . .
I guessed perhaps I'd wait 'til later

I have to say my apprehension
grew day by day as time grew pressing
when test grew near I had to mention
a simple fact I found distressing
my aunt had died, and plans were messing
with with our test date, a death was greater
the news was so quick and depressing . . .
I guessed perhaps I'd wait 'til later

and so I asked for an extension
which teacher gave me with her blessing
but really I deserved detention
my aunt still lived, and I was messing
I thought with some more time possessing
I'd learn—but ADD is just a hater
and so after some reassessing . . .
I guessed perhaps I'd wait 'til later

'til teacher sent a card addressing
condolences to mom (the traitor)
and she insists on my confessing:
I guessed perhaps I'd wait 'til later

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