Poco pomo Momo Homo,
Life is but a mingeld measure,
Is there any place for pleasure?
Acacademics is all, but knowledge.
It is the sea of marks,
Where the hungry shark lurks.
The sea is quite to night.
The sharks circle in wait of a student
Who aims for a true sense of nonsense . .
''Nonsense'', i say, '' it is all''
Yet in love of thee dear Art,
We partake . . . with a mild hope to crack the shell.
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