She moves with decency,
But some thought its all ‘effizy’.
Everything about her is chastity,
Thus, the wise appreciates her modesty.
In her conversation dwells honesty,
Her friends testify to her fidelity.
Strangers revel in her propriety.
Nevertheless, fools despise her virtuosity.
To her, learning ends in the grave.
In her head, you find knowledge engraved.
The school library is her dwelling house
With the books therein, her spouse.
Even when her dreamed 5.00 seems improbable,
She keeps saying it is achievable.
Someone scoffed, “This lady is imaginary”.
I replied, “In B.U.K. it’s nothing but reality.”
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