Burning Midnight Oil
I'M compiling an Economics text,
WRITING with one drop of ink for each page,
A task, if I manage without being vexed,
BOOK printers will grab, my cost-cuts the rage.
I'VE sat here for ages rememb'ring how Dad
GOT cross when I studied at night in my bed.
THE light burned my covers and Papa was mad,
PAGE opened on my face absorbed in my head.
NUMBERS he grumbled, again Economics.
DONE! I paid the bill, henceforth learned by mnemonics.
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