Discipline: A Eulogy in Iambic Pentameter

I once did think myself a measured man.

A man of timely manner, clean and true.

I’d greet the day full-dressed ere it began,

And spend it well, as punctual people do.

I once did think myself a measured man.


I once did keep my desk so orderly,

No thing could e’re be reckoned out of place.

One speck of dust stood out for all to see,

And I must clear it quick, else sue for grace.

I once did keep my desk so orderly.


I once would go to bed in goodly time,

And read a bit, perchance, ere I would sleep.

And wake again as light first kissed the sky.

What fine and healthy hours did I keep!

I once would go to bed in goodly time.


I once partook of vegetables each meal.

And though they still await in hallowed hall,

We all have heard the waffle’s great appeal,

And know so well the glorious pizza’s calls.

I once partook of vegetables each meal.


I once did sneer in pride at those of whom

I’d heard such tales of college witchery,

Like all-nighters and PJ’s worn at noon.

Yet chillingly, now thrillingly, I see:

That fool awake at three AM is me!