PhD

Coffee, tea and peppermint for some

This room is a fairly strange old mixture
Student, office-body, some kids and mum
And me, perennial, a caffeinated fixture
Plodding on with this expanding tome
Ensconced in one of my public burrows
Working better in white noise than alone
With each day making deeper furrows
I feel the farmer metaphor's a fit
Three long years spent raking shit.