THE BACK BENCHERS!

Here goes a poem for all the people who celebrate being back benchers...(People like me that is!)
From the time i remember i was always a back bencher,
But i was happy sitting there because i was never a knowledge quencher.
Sleeping,dozing,yawning,snoring,
I just sat through all the classes that were obviously boring.
The teachers were like the louse that bit my head,
And through all the classes i was more lifeless than the dead.
Whatever was taught was greek and latin,
All i could think of was a bed covered with satin.
The lecturers tried to improve me but their efforts went in vain,
I kept on wondering why did they even bother to take the unnecessary pain.
Thankfully i have people around who are just like me,
Even they ask for permission all the time to go and pee.
We are happy as long as we are out of the lecturer's sight,
And with keypads under our fingers we message with all our might..
Sometimes we try to change and try to concentrate hard,
But our zeal to do nothing at all becomes our saving guard.
So we come back soon to our normal mode,
And never try to decipher again the DaVinci's code.
The day is approaching when we will never have to sit through those classes again,
The day when we will never have to suffer this torturous pain.
But we will miss the pleasure of doing nothing at all,
No one bothering to teach us and no one to make an attendance call,
So be proud if you sit in the last bench,
Because it is a pleasure no knowledge could quench.