She had with her a bag full of excuses;
we were all used to that nonsense.
One after another it came
until we told ourselves things will never be the same.
Thrice she stood up,
thrice she covered up.
Thrice we stood waiting,
thrice we left, silently complaining.
Could there be a deeper reason
for her self-seeking treason?
Perhaps she suffers from depression;
oh, what a perfect deception!
What if she has the monthly bloodbath?
Why, that would be right up Vladimir's path!
Or perhaps it's just her lazy bone
that refuses to budge from her self-righteous throne.
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Wow I never knew rhyming can be such fun. :) Imma do this again, sometime.
University has ended; a closed chapter. Bittersweet feelings as I close this door. Sweet memories that can only accompany new beginnings, new priorities, new goals.
Cheers, all. All the best in your own future undertakings. Take that leap of faith, take that plunge.