I just found this poem that I wrote during my last final's week of my college career. I thought it was too good not to share.
Shall I compare thee to my geography book?
Thou art more strong and more intelligent
Rough exams to try the patience and the will,
And schools' lease hath all too long a date.
Sometimes too complicated the text's rambling seems
And soon is the shiny newness dimmed;
And every theory and current event out dates
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal wisdom shall not fail
Nor lose that witty charm thou possess'st
Nor shall the passing of time change thy truth
When gray hairs invade thy precious scalp.
So long as men shall reason, or dreamers dream,
Thy words more interesting than my text shall seem.