I wrote this a few days ago:
A VERY original poem by Dave
Though poets forget they must die
And undergrads in meadows lie
Though newness springs up out of the ground
And children romp through grass unbrowned
Though I am not yet twenty-seven
I cannot breathe this earthly heaven
Though March has come in like a lamb
Tomorrow’s my doctoral exam
Though all is green and fresh and free
Tuesday brings Inorganic Chemistry!
When I can pick a four-leafed clover
With tests all done, Spring will be over!