I wrote my M.B. in fear;
Like it is to everyone, to me it was dear
For I was anxious and afraid I'd fail
While hoping I wouldn't have to wail
For not only my reputation would it smear
My mum's heart it would break
Yes, I'd get to change gears
But I'd have subjected loved ones to aches
Hence prayerfully I prepared
Having learnt that God came first
'I'd testify, ' I declared
'If only YOU'd quench my thirst'
And yes HE did!
Did you not hear about it?
HE took care of my need;
HE shielded me from the Prof's heat
Many couldn't believe
That I made it- without tutorials
Needless to say, I did deceive
By not disclosing God's tutorials
Bottom line: I passed
Though it wasn't easy
'Head and not tail' came to pass
And now you see the reason for my 'efizy'
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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