Once upon a time in Bangalore,
Was a guy who just couldn’t sleep at night,
With projects, presentations and an ass so sore,
He’d gotten used to his sorry plight
Every night he'd lie and stare,
At the walls, around him and online,
And to think of it life's not fair,
Some classes were at 8! not fine!
He tossed and turned and you know what,
He tried every position he knew,
He even tried to exhaust himself,
And cut down on strong brew
And so he would tell himself, Dude!
I am gonna stay up through class today,
He'd fight it hard and still hit the desk
Coma, his nick, was damned to stay!
And on a not-so-fine day there was a PPT,
It sounded cool and he took notice,
But when they got to the boring slides, you see,
He napped a sec, but the placecommer just wouldnt miss
Life went on and so did he,
Another bunch of endterms at IIMB,
A vision then told him 'Its okay to classnap
Life is not all about classes, you see!'
He was last seen enjoying his nap,
Through some monologue or mindless yap,
No more struggles, no resistance anymore,
Life's fulfilling when you sleep through a bore!
