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

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…

I

My mind is blank, my paper empty,
chance of success is gone.
The rest of the time I might as well be
rhyming since I am done.

II

I sit here and I am useless
It’s neither the fear nor the stress.
The one that I am,
the idiot man,
is stupid, I have to confess.

III

My head is filled with stupid prose,
pen shaking in my hand.
I cannot help to envy those
who are able to understand.

IV

The clock is ticking, slower than ever,
I am but a stone on the ground.
But I’m sitting here, and to appear clever,
I’ll write ‚til the time runs out.

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