ODE TO CHEMISTRY:
Till the eighth, did I pass in thee.
Thereafter, not a mark, more than three, did I see.
Rot, I did, for two days in hell, not a sign, did I see, of doing well.
I failed, not once, not twice, but thrice,But I couldn't comprehend dry ice.
The culprit thou art, of diminishing the average, by a hundred.
Thus thou art, oh chemistry, the subject I dread.
Be gone, be gone, be gone with all thy might,
I banish thee, oh chemistry, from my sight !