mcneill williford the craven once upon a morning early, lacking sleep and feeling surly, i awoke to find the pearly homework due the d
McNeill Williford
The Craven
Once upon a morning early, lacking sleep and feeling surly,
I awoke to find the pearly homework due the day before.
Wishing I felt more vivacious, I sought my kitchen, ostentatious
And grew increasingly voracious as I neared my pantry door.
“Grant my repast,” thus I entreated, talking to my pantry door.
“I see a Coke and nothing more.”
With the PSAT workshop nigh, this all occurred in hot July
But something must have gone awry; this lack of food I did abhor.
“Clearly I must be mistaken.” I was sure I had some bacon,
But alas, I was forsaken, so my stomach gave a roar.
Some doughnuts would assuage the grief that brought about that sullen
roar.
Those doughnuts, which I so adore.
“My scores will never be ideal if I eschew a proper meal.
Oh God, I pray that You reveal an answer,” so I did implore.
Slowly I grew quite berserk without a culinary perk
And fearfully I went to work to elevate my PSAT score.
My apprehension superseded confidence about my score.
Perhaps I should have studied more.
Wishing that I could appease my stomach with a bit of cheese
I felt a lack of expertise as I passed through the school’s front
door.
Now within the placid haven, wishing to become a maven
I was instead a total craven, fearful of this daunting chore.
“When will I be such a miser shopping at the grocery store?”
Quoth the craven, “Nevermore.”