The Macbeth quiz did Gaertner take, the answers well supplied.
From out of blue and out of pride,
His time he’d no content to bide.
Pencil did rush, the lead did glide.
Land speed surpass, the while divide.
He would not be denied.
Lo, but you say the freshman Gaert, it is not one, ‘tis two?
One G, one R. One must construe
When independent souls withdrew,
Dropped from the womb the first previewed
The next. A double pushing through.
The crib was built for two.
Which Gaertner then did hang his star upon the class so bright?
Must be it G? Or’s that a mite
Too far to claim, too far from sight?
Though G is quick and G is bright,
He did not cause sublime delight
Taking that quiz, that desperate plight.
While G did put up able fight,
His speed fell short of speed of light.
He did not write it right.
‘Twas R then who did race the clock and doing so did win
The cup, as ’twere, the sash, the pin,
This verse I howl above the din,
My words stretched thin, my toothy grin.
‘Twas R! The quiz he did begin.
Inscribéd Banquo’s name therein
And “Fleance” then did he scriven
‘Neath second question. For the win:
“Three Witches” dressed in jaguar skin,
With bristled whiskers on their chin
(And symbols they of mortal sin).
All done! He rushed to turn quiz in.
Arriving first he twirled, did spin.
The greatest there has ever been
Is R himself, the next of kin.
R Gaertner, he did win.
