A Poem for William and Mary

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Here's a short poem I wrote in my effort to gain admission into the College of William and Mary. Unfortunately, they only offered me a place on their waitlist.

Not the best, but I thought it was a pretty good poem.


“The Running Machine of Math, History, and Just About Anything”
By Peter Guevara

Of all the things in the world to do,
Right now I can but only think of two:
To work as hard as the busy bee
Or indulge in sleep just like a baby.

But perhaps when I wake I can go run,
Or find the sum of all four-digit numbers that end in 1.
Then maybe after that I’ll pick up a book;
Yes, I’ll make sure it’s not the thing called the Nook.

If in this poem there exists a tale,
I hope it’s no history paper in grand detail.
Though, if it does sound like such a report,
A ship of its kind will never leave port.

Alas, there remains much of my story to tell;
However, look to the future and know all is well.
I now seek a solution to the college quandary:
I turn my head south to the College of William and Mary.