Really Bad Poetry I (Slaying the SAT Dragon)


It’s a monster made of questions,

A dragon to be trained,

It comes alive on May the third

And messes with your brain.

Its scales are countless many,

Its fiery breath doth burn,

Every little thought of it

Makes thy stomach turn.

But hark! There is an answer,

No, all is not lost:

You can slay this dragon

For a very little cost:

A little time spent reading,

A little more with math,

A little grammar party

And now you’re on the path

To besting this behemoth

To getting on with it,

And if you cannot slay a question

At least you can omit.

Fear not the testing monster

That lurks inside your head,

With just a bit of gumption

You’ll kill this dragon dead.