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Chemistry Lab Carol

Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent lab, difficult lab
We’re not calm, we’re not bright
Round the lab table confused and alone
Please, dear teacher, please throw us a bone
We confess mistakes were made
We just want a good grade

Silent lab, difficult lab
Lots of prep, not much sleep
Confusing equations swirling in my head
So much writing to loathe and to dread
What is the point any way?
Santa, please bring me an ‘A’.


This entry was posted on 2013-12-10 by in Nonsense, Philosophy and tagged , , .


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