By: Carter Hemion, Humour Editor
Shall I compare thee to an exam day?
Thou art more stressful and despicable:
Simon Fraser walls by clouds still grow grey
And finals weeks are far too long and full:
Sometimes too strict the eyes of profs do stare,
And often are their pricey textbooks skimm’d;
And every test and quiz to me’s unfair
By fate, or my prof’s syllabus, untrimm’d;
But my eternal hatred shall not fade
Nor lose memory of that pen thou ow’st;
Nor shall I hope that A’s are in your grades,
When in long lines to The Peak hate grow’st;
So long as students struggle to break free,
So long lives this, and this gives scorn to thee.
