silly

a shadow has been cast over the land

what terror is this, you ask, pray tell good man

my friend, my friend flee while you can,

for surely the comps are at hand.

but what plague is this, you say, called comps?

a deadly disease that ceases all romps

sickly malaise that breaks your heart with its stomps

oh ask no more and just beware of the comps!

why would one subject oneself to such a foul deed

was there really on earth such a need?

oh ask no more , and just take heed

the comps, the comps is a terror indeed

this is what happens when you're heartily sick of looking at the same equation for hours and realizing for the umpteenth time that you made another silly mistake in it.