(Originally posted on my blog, depaysement325.wordpress.com) 

I had to do some revision,

A task that requires concentration

And notes to be made with precision.

 

I had to learn dates,

So many at a time

that I found my thoughts began to rhyme.

 

I lay on my bed,

Too many numbers in my head,

So I wrote them on my legs instead.

 

Then they took me to see someone,

About what they thought were tattoos.

 

After my inspection,

I knew I’d get sectioned,

But then I remembered,

As my brain was dismembered,

That I mentioned that I couldn’t sleep,

They must’ve thought I was counting sheep.

 

Published by Lucy Mack