Endeavored to go in the shower, but
There rang throughout the building such a cry
That it resounded deep within my gut.
O horrid noise! O most obnoxious buzz!
You are not worthy to be called a “bell”
For you are the worst sound that ever was,
And your mad keening’s suited more for hell.
Still, driven out into the winter snow
With not even a single book to read
I had no choice—in my view—but to go
To the school library to fulfill that need.
So I suppose, though I’m loathe to admit,
Some small measure of good did come from it.