How many thought have I thought since the dawn?
I thought I had thought a great many.
But, now this is the thing,
Of the thing's I'm thinking,
I cannot remember any.
How could it be that since six in the morning
My brain had been braining so well,
But, no this is the bad bit,
Now I my exams sit,
My brain does not stir,
Not a click nor a whirr.
Do I still have a brain? I can't tell.
The trouble began when I tried to revise.
My brain just ignored all in front of my eye.
Which lead me to think that my brain had resolved.
To be stupid, or else had, by strain, been dissolved.
I thought I would risk it,
(though this takes the biscuit)
My brain aving seemingly died,
I took all my notes
With their place names and quotes,
And I et 'em!
(to get all that knowledge inside)
My plan might have worked, so it seemed, for my brain had
Since morning been quite on the ball.
But now I concede
That my gravestone will read,
"The man passed no exams at all.
"His life came to nought
"For want of a thought
"In the Examinationings Hall."
