Worlds's Hardest Test
 
 


by Kenn Nesbitt
 
   
Preparing today for the standardized test
our teacher said there was a lot to digest.
We’d have to divide by the square root of three
and learn to spell zygote, façade, and marquis.

 

We’d need to play xylophone, trumpet, and flute,
accordion, banjo, piano, and lute;
recite all the capital cities by heart;
and learn to take rocket ship engines apart.

 

We’d have to speak Latin, Swahili and Greek;
learn nuclear fusion and fencing technique;
remember the fables of Persia and Rome;
and crack all the codes in the human genome.

 

Then just when we thought that our heads might explode from
learning Chinese or dissecting a toad,
she told us the very best thing she could say,
that she was just kidding; it’s April Fools’ Day.

 

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, published by Meadowbrook Press.

Illustration © Mike Gordon.

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