Summer Classics
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The face that launched a thousand ships:
The topic of discussion.
This class just drags on and on;
At least it has a function.

“Myths, Myths” is all that’s heard
As pens begin to madly scribble.
Essays and finals on everyone’s minds;
Sadly, very few think bigger.

This poem has no point—
The product of an idle hand.
And now the poem itself has become a bore.
Thus this sudden, abrupt end.





Unpublished work © 2002 Gary Peck. This work is licensed under the
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