Exam Rush

Exam Rush long poem

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Rush! Rush! Rush! your exams have come.
So don’t be silly like a dumb.

Exams are the way of doing study.
So see your books,like it’s your buddy.

If you want to reach the shore.
Then you will have to get good score.

No one can change the test.
Thus we should give our best.

Exams may seem like crossing hurdles
It can not be Crossed by turtles.

Working hard is more important than marks.
Because it will help you in getting positive sparks.

Study may seem to you very boring.
But it is very important for scoring.

So Rush! Rush! Rush! your exams have come.
So don’t be silly like a dumb.

Now it’s time to look at our subjectives
All of them have some different objectives.

Maths may give you some Tension
But will help you earn more pension.

Bst may look like as hike
But will help you to earn your favourite bike.

Eco may look like tit and tats
But it will definitely improve your wit and stats.

English will require some speciality
But will help to improve your personality.

Accounts may be consuming your time.
But it will make you life prime.

So Rush! Rush! Rush! your exams have come.
So don’t be silly like a dumb.

Exams should not be a cause of sorrow
Otherwise it will ruin your tomorrow.

Remember your answers should not be weird.
And your doubts should be cleared.

So I wish you all the very best.
and don’t get nervous before your test.

So Rush! Rush! Rush! your exams have come.
So don’t be silly like a dumb.

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Randall Smith
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Liked your subject but forcing to make rhyme can take the meaning out of a poem. An easy flow and you could have conveyed your feelings with out rhyme every time.

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