An Ode to Sleep-in Thursdays
Bleary-eyed, exhausted, you stagger and flail
Those dastardly teachers, they must want you to fail!
Just feel the weight of that bag, why, it’s absurd
The number of textbooks is simply unheard.
It’s getting late; you succumb to fate:
you’ll never finish your work at this rate.
Just when you think that you won’t sleep a wink
A thought comes to your mind.
“What day is it?”
“Wednesday” someone answers.
This news is of the kind
that makes your heart light,
suddenly the day is looking happy and bright.
“Wednesday?!” You repeat in joyous disbelief
Yes! The answer to all of your grief
For following Wednesday comes the best day of the school week:
No, it’s not a trick – the name is no lie,
Classes don’t start til 9:45!
It’s exactly what you need to make it out alive.
Oh, happy day
It certainly does pay
to attend a school where the staff meets once a week
while we get the glorious sleep that we seek.