The Test

My heart sank lower
As the teacher bent over
And lay down the dreaded test
My knees felt like jello
but he said, “Be mellow
It’s only a test, don’t you know.”

For two hours straight
I wrote and I wrote
my wrist thought itself broke
and my brain was squeezed
out like a sponge
but he said, “Be mellow
It’s only a test, don’t you know.”

And finally finished
my brain like cooked spinach
I handed in that offensive test
My knees felt like jello
but he said, “Be mellow
It’s only a test, don’t you know.”

Now why do I fret
and my palms start to sweat
when they say it’s worth
thirty percent of my mark
Well the message is here
I can’t get it clear

It’s only a test, don’t you know

By trudy chiswell