Threshold
Here is my poem for my section 'E':
How soon hath Time come to an  end?
Of cherished moments with our  friends
With knowledge, job and self  reprieve
Spring we arrive and spring we  leave
Always ready to row in the CP  flow
Made us go Eho!  Eho!
The tempest fame spread like  fire
Bringing dragon’s blab under  professor’s ire
 A passing philosopher asks which  this is
Thou know not in ignorant  bliss
 I point my t-shirt in  repartee
That is Section E filled with  glee



 
    

