Thousands of things clouds my mind,
But none of them make themselves defined!
"State and Explain Raoult's Law." The question says.
The answer? Hmph! Lost in a maze.
Wiggling its eyebrows, the paper looks at me,
It is all too obvious; its glee.
The time is running out,
And I don't know what to write about.
Searching the infinite coloumns of my brain,
I am beginning to think, it'll all be in vain.
Ah! There, at the darkest corner sits Mr. Raoult,
Furiously scribbling, paper, pencil and a pout.
Finally! I think as I begin to sprint,
Nearing him, in his eye I see a glint.
Huffing and puffing when I reach his place,
Mr. Raoult gathers me in an embrace.
"Alas! My kid! I cannot help you with that,"
"You should've read your book, and not chit-chat"
Hearing this I give out a yelp!
"Nooooo! Mr. Raoult! I need your help!"
He says somthing but I don't hear him well,
Because alas! Off goes the bell!