TWENTY BOOKES

  Oh, now and then, a student comes along
  Who cares for more than just his GPA,
  Whose aptitude for learning is so strong
  He thinks the work assigned is more like play.

  While others take assignments as a chore,
  He’s rather like young Twist in Dickens’ book
  With the audacity to ask for more—
  Another nugget for his study nook.

  Like Chaucer’s studious clerk at Oxenford,
  His bed’s head filled with Greek philosophy,
  He’d read voraciously while roommates snored
  Performing all his tasks assiduously.

       What should one think of such a studious grind?
       No less than this: he fed his precious mind.

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