A ballad poem about my beginnings as a poet infamously known as, "The Swarthy Bard"!

"The Swarthy Bard"

Math, physics, English, and so on—
alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on
with a prime axiom.

A moldy, college campus where
knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
and confused all around.

Mid-terms and finals I so dread
as the semester wends;
the pressure's on me to study
as my freshmen year ends.

School's oppressive this semester,
I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
to try a better post.

William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
are just worthless BS;
degrees from the home of “The Tribe”
are crap that obsolesce.

I'll make rhymes as “The Swarthy Bard”—
as poems are my forté
(not tomes or arcane scholastics):
ballads are my métier!

Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-02 at 09:06

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I like the humor in it. I too prefer the Arts and find other disciplines very tiresome. :)


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You are indeed a good poet and it seems to come easily for you. Some prefer the rigors of math and physics while others prefer the arts. Lovely!