That even the most speedy one
Is still unfinished when the gong
Announces that the time is gone?
We try and try to satisfy,
And labour at our work until
You think we're surely going to die,
But still we never beat that bell.
So take a little pity on
The ones who do the writing, then
It will be no phenomenon
To see a few more smiles again.
Comments: This was another piece penned for the student newspaper.
