I attempted a Sonnet.
Oh Disbelief call thy sister Shame
Welcome thou the birth of dreadful grade F
Toilworn and banished from the Hall of fame
Hark Brainy fell off a trifling bookshelf
Tortured mind stuck in delirium and grief
Time awasting, queasy, sad and hungry
Distracted and sick can’t go past a page
Exam morn, broken by a crying spree
Thy brethren Disappointment too alert
This folly is grave thou mayest all deride
But the greatest of men boast not of a start
New failures may old warriors betide
Laze not on oars, be ever on guard
Failure today makes not thee a retard.