The PTFA Quiz Night

Written by: Tom Hyam

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