term papers

we climb the hill of text line after line
the wasted words and obvious pretense
of thoughtful sitting on the highest fence
such nonsense as no edit can refine
letters and words in curly piles entwine
the hours pass and piles become more dense
with lack of thought and lack of any sense
the reader has to fuss and then repine
of any thought of bringing to the light
young minds to share the sacred joy of thought
such things even the gods may not decree
you settle for them getting some things right
and hoping next semester won't be fraught
with all the horrid errors you can see