every blasted semester

their approach to meaning is a bit too lax
words have no weight and yet their minds sink
thought is an effort that appears to tax
all of their powers they have not tried to drink
the waters of the spring of knowledge yet
they want its taste without expense of work
their brains and not their bodies have to sweat
but from that task they all appear to shirk
day after day i've offered every help
but sat in silence seeing not one young face
and wondering just what would aid each whelp
but saying nothing without sense or grace
and now they come each claiming urgent haste
when there is for them not one moment to waste