To Repeat a Class

They made him repeat a class, Promising him that he would pass, This backing up with eyeglass, Urging him to read even on grass; To plan always for The Big And be willing to for it dig: For the More-Original-than-A-Wig And the Fruit-Promising Fig. Then, off he just slunk From his long-lazing bunk Wearing the weirdest punk, In his arms some readable junk; Not much of the money in him sunk, Soon again to exams flunk … Workload had seemed Gargantuan And he’d never been Academic Centurion; Trust in him a Romance with Farce, Sure again to repeat that class.