Written during Sec 2 invigilation
For those who had suffered under Shylock's knife

"You must take your choice
And either not attempt to choose at all."

The issue of choice is a nebulous one
In an exam paper that has to be done

For my homework I've not written
And with my doom I've been smitten

Countless sins I try to atone
As those becomes thus and thus does

The quality of my teacher's mercy I will not strain
And from literary inconsequence I will refrain

I must do justice to my teacher dear
Otherwise its my parents' wrath that I shall fear

The dread end is near
And the Bard's voice I hear

As I pen an answer
That to my teacher I will endear

-- anonymousnoises where the best is, uh you know, be yet to and all that. brightest of brains too.