The mother of all exams

Here they come. For all the 01 people, hope you guys can remember this poem that LaU wrote during the O level period, and afford yourself a laugh to destress.

The hour approaches:
Final paper,British made
Paper 2, A maths it is (or geog MCQ
lah...solli)
Calculators, pens all drawn
Vigililance! for freedom tempts,
Beyond RI gates green
Sea of white, bated breaths
Velocity perhaps?
Questions yet seen?
'Stop work'
Once dreaded, now awaited!
No more! No more!
Invigilators last seen

Conquest! November's glory
Final peak, 4 years wait
Chiobus beckon, 4 years late
Graduation night, alas!
No date!

Ubin sand, glorious sun
Backpacks laden - horseshoe,
Run!

Blood and sweat,
Yunnan bai fen
No sanitation,
Joyful abrasion
Let spirits soar,
Campfire high,
GC no monkey,
Harken, no sighs!

Alas JC comes
Wherever we go
Mugging. Oh what fun!
Mugging's a wonder
Before long, 6 feet under

~~~~~

Island sun, backpacks full
Glorious sand!
Oh ****
It's Tekong
And we all look like Adrian