'Twas a heck of a time in the fall of '06
When we all had abnormal psych
We had to sort out this stressful mess:
Day jobs by day, night classes by night
"Read the DSM-IV for the quiz every week--
If not you'll fail, I implore ya,"
Said the prof at the start as we tried to tell apart
Transvestitism and gender dysphoria
Some students read it, and some did not
Though we nearly succumbed to psychosis
After one awful test, when we all confessed
We were lost on the golfer's diagnosis
The final is done, and our papers are in
And we all hope we did a good job
So if his grades suffice, we'll all play nice
And won't be a torch-wielding mob
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Forgive the obscurity... 'twas written for some classmates.
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