The Ptfa Quiz Night
The harsh light
A grim sight
No help for our plight
On the PTFA Quiz Night
The scratch of a pen
In groups no larger than ten
five intelligent men
All from phnom penh
I wanted this to be a joke
but we are surrounded by serious folk
I try to sup my coke
The all stare, to ensure I never spoke
The sweat slowly drips
My Brain searching for tips
My stomach is doing flips
Wishing I could abandon this sinking ship
Finally as free as a kite
My mind is wracked with spite
people feeling the full force of my might
All on the PTFA Quiz Night
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2012
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