Boredom Inspires

Little is as annoying as a professor who preys on your every free moment to squeeze in some more information into your saturated mind.
We had a rather long extra lecture in class today- after a rather long regular day of lectures. Suffices to say, I hadn't the mind space for it.

So, I wrote this.

Neuro: The Extra Lecture

I sit here as she rambles on,
About neurons, brains and ganglion.
She hasn't permitted the writing of notes,
Oh how upon that neuro she dotes.
Greater than my amazement for this intricate science,
Is the knowledge she carries of it with no defiance.
Oh how she spews out words a-bundle,
How don't they form in her brain a muddle?
Yet, somehow, I'm relaxed, unfocused and lost,
I'm thinking of Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost.
It's winter now and we really should be,
Out of this city where zero pollution we see.
I don't want to talk about my diencephalon,
I want to read about eagles and their ferocious talons.
What fun to go and knock on her head,
And whisper, "Gee, Ma'am, I'd rather be in bed."
Don't get me wrong, I think neuro is fab,
But on a cool, sleepy day, it's nothing but drab.
I'm going to wrap this up now, with much displeasure,
I wish, like my poem, this lecture soon turns to closure.