I learned million of lessons,
These modules were in my full attention.
It turned me into an unrhythmic poet,
A brain exercise who's eating its diet.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy;
British slang taught me,
Techniques of poetry are like a food to eat,
A kind of music to find with no beat.
Assonance, consonance,
Give me a valid assurance.
Alliteration, concentration,
Cast my feelings from irritation.
Tick-tock, click the clock,
The time is running with a rock.
Cling-clang, hit the bell,
My mind is bewildered make it all well.