The course he sought and then he took
Had no professor, just a book.
The book was new, with print quite large,
The price was right, there was no charge.
But often things that easy come
Turn out to be quite troublesome.
The bookcase shelf a mite too small,
It’s stashed somewhere he can’t recall.
But now and then it’s noticed there,
That book, when new, that seemed so fair.
A smile, a pat, a furtive look,
He’s off to read a diff’rent book.
But oh so quick the time flies by,
And now he needs an alibi.
The daily quizzes, failed them all,
His back is now against the wall.
Today the final’s here at last,
Our lad is reading, double fast.
He crams to make up for lost time
And doesn’t hear the class bell chime.
Perhaps his cramming’s all for naught,
And he has lost the grade he sought.
Imprudence forced this quick review
And now the book is overdue.
A cocky smile, he’s at the door,
Expecting an outstanding score.
It’s locked and light begins to dawn,
He checks and lo, the book is gone.
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