There once were three Oyster River students
Who went to school everyday with no prudence.
Not caring about things like GPA or their class grade
The three dunces were known for their work being delayed.
One day they heard a tale from one of their many tutors
of one who made students smarter than supercomputers.
This spiked interest in the three unintelligent students
For a quest to find this tutor, to become smarter humans.
Off they went on a journey to find the mystic man
For three days they looked everywhere again and again.
With patience running out the journey seemed at an end
When on top of Mt. Washington their hopes would ascend.
Alone on the watchtower stood an old frail stranger
The three teenagers questioned the man, seeing no danger.
The old man greeted them with a smile on his face
For he said “At last I’ve increased my knowledge space.”
The three students harshly asked how the man did it.
He told them happily not to start throwing a fit
For all they would need was to work hard and study.
They demanded the truth or things would get bloody.
The man’s smile turned from a smile into a dark frown
Then he weekly muttered “I’ll tell you, just calm down.”
“Just beyond the fog lies a cabin where the tutor resides
And over there is the place where the tutor provides.”
With this new knowledge at hand the students were off
They glared at the man for wasting their time and gave him a scoff. They followed the faint glow of the cabin through the mist
until the cabin came in clear view as the fog was dismissed.
They entered through the door that opened with a creak
They came into an empty room faintly lit and very bleak.
The only thing there was a desk in the center of the room
With a small used textbook, the knowledge, they presumed.
“The answer to our troubles must lie in that book,
I need it the most of all of us so let me take a look.”
This was spoken by the oldest of the three students;
He was known by the town as a the greatest of nuisance.
“No!” spoke the youngest and by a margin probably the smartest; He was known in the town for his tricks as a con artist.
?“We must take the book before the tutor gets back
for time to study it we lack;
We must take it back home with us this I am sure
To be able to understand the text fully I will insure.
The two other students agreed with the youngest one
But how to transport the textbook was known by none.
The middle aged student was elected to go find a bag
To transport the the textbook without raising a red flag.
As soon as he left the youngest turned to the oldest and said
“If there were only two of us we could gain more knowledge for us instead.”
The oldest nodded in agreement and said with a huge grin
“But how would we dispose of that other has­been.”
“That’s the simple part,” spoke the youngest of the three.
“We kill the middle student and our secret of the book will be free.’ A plan was set for the two men to pounce on the middle one
and to kill him before he could react, with the oldest one’s gun.
At the same time of this talk the middle one thought to himself, “Why don’t I just kill the others and keep the knowledge for myself?” He bought the bag at the hardware store in quite a hurry.
He also bought a deadly drug that could can with no worry.
He bought two drinks of soda to celebrate their success
But poisoned them to kill the two others with no added stress
The two students waited for the third student to arrive
They both knew he could not have the knowledge and must not survive.
The middle student entered the cabin with a silent creek
Then the two other students pounced on him as he gave out a shriek. The younger student held him down to the cabin’s floor
The older student loaded the pistol, the middle one done for.
The oldest aimed the pistol at the middle student’s head
And with a large bang from the pistol he went limp and then dead. To celebrate their success with the plan going well more or less they decided to have a toast to their great success.
The two sodas that the middle student had brought
Were laying next to his corpse in the bag that he had bought. They opened the sodas with a fizz and a loud crack
And both took a drink with a large satisfied smack.
They did not know that the middle had tainted the drinks
And soon that they too would fall for the same kind of jinx,
Not many minutes passed before they both began to fall ill.
They both realized it was poison and the middle one had meant to kill. Soon both the students could not take the poison any longer.
Both of them fell to the floor with a large thud
The three students bodies all killed by each other in cold blood.
As soon as this happened the old man appeared.
He looked at the bodies upon the ground and sneered.
He said “It’s a shame they killed over just this book
For the value was in the words if the kids just took a closer look.”
No magic was inside the book’s words and text itself
But the help came from the students working hard and studying By oneself.
The help that the tutor would give to anyone who visited
Was that working and studying was the knowledge distributed.
The three students thought the help was something magic
When if they did things like homework this wouldn’t be so tragic. The moral of the story is not to be like these three
And to work hard and study for something we can all agree.
These three procrastinated on work they could have done
Easily by putting the work in, instead alive are none.