The Test
My night of play is over
I am sitting here quite sober
With pencil poised and ready
And a hand that's not too steady

The room is warm beyond reason
The heat is not in season
Sweat is dampening my clothes
And dripping off my nose

I wish this lesson was easy
And my stomach wasn't so queasy
I will endeavor to pass this test
Promising to do my very best
I think I have no recourse alas
But to rely on the answers underlying my glass.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)