A plea to LSE and Imperial

Oh LSE and Imperial, hear my plea,
A weary applicant, waiting endlessly.
Months have passed, yet silence remains,
My hopes and dreams caught in these chains.

My TMUA score, I know, was not so high,
But in my heart, ambitions still fly.
For numbers alone cannot define,
The passion and drive that truly are mine.

The wait is long, the nights grow cold,
Each day without word feels centuries old.
I check my inbox, I refresh the page,
Hoping for news to escape this cage.

Oh, institutions of wisdom and might,
Grant me an answer, end this plight.
A "yes" or "no," I’ll take either cue,
Just let me know what I’m meant to do.

For in your halls, I dream to reside,
To learn, to grow, to let my mind stride.
So, LSE and Imperial, I humbly implore,
Open your gates, or close the door.

With patience waning, I pen this rhyme,
Hoping for news before the end of time.
Respond, I beg, to this heartfelt call,
For the wait, dear universities, is the hardest of all.