Oh, the thrill of crafting each perfect phrase,
Toiling through the night,
lost in MLA’s maze.
The joy of DOPs,
yes, who could deny,
Another citation—Oh look!—I might cry
The thesis, so concise, like the clearing of rain,
Editing drafts? Why, there’s never any pain
Revise once again, then twice for good measure,
Each word,
a delight—
a writer’s true pleasure.
Oh, topic sentences,
the joy they impart,
Like pulling teeth,
but straight from the heart
The deadline looms near,
the pressure divine,
Ah, writing essays—such sweet torture, so fine.