What happens when I’m sitting in an exam and have nothing left to do…

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Was passiert wenn ich in einer Klausur sitze und nichts mehr tun kann…

V

Is there any chance in hell,
remembering all of this Bell().
I might go insane,
cannot ascertain,
what once was inside my brain.

VI

The hexagon is quite a shape,
for there will be no hole to gape,
when ordering them side by side,
and making sure they do collide.

VII

The reason for this awful mess
is, as you probably can guess,
my skill (read: utter uselessness)
to operate while under stress.

VIII

The last in haiku
I really want to go home
Thank you for reading