Degree Poem by MAGNUS AMUDI
Degree
DEGREE
The Gold rush of our time
Bangle and baggy battling
Serving the sentence sincerely
Four or five in prima facie
No night without light
To be Solomon not Ahab
Eats like a dog
To save some for soothing
The chalk-playing god
cocking the hen like girls
Though not for a chi'd
Just for 2-1 so called
Yet yawning afterwards
With the respected Hon’s
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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