In an office, cramped and dusty,
Sat a professor, his thoughts musty.
Papers strewn, a chaotic sea,
"I should work," he said, "But first, let's see..."

The web beckoned, a siren's song,
"Just five minutes, it won't be long."
Cat videos, and memes so fine,
The clock ticked on, "Oops, it's half-past nine."

A battle waged, unseen, unheard,
Between the call of duty and the absurd.
"To write this paper, I must begin,"
Yet the web spun tales, a vortex to spin.

Then came a knock, timid and slight,
A student appeared, a clueless sight.
"Professor, oh, will this be on the test?"
"Everything might!" he said, chest puffed in jest.

With the student gone, back to the grind,
The professor's resolve, hard to find.
But then, a spark, a flicker of light,
Words on the page, beginning to write.

The flow was there, ideas took flight,
The afternoon waned, into the night.
Progress! At last, the paper took shape,
A scholarly piece, no mere escape.

Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, perhaps, works,
Proof, success, success!

Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, perhaps, works,
Proof, success, success!

Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, attempt, fail,
Idea, perhaps, works,
Proof, success, success!

But as the clock struck the hour of seven,
The office dark, the sky a dusky heaven.
"It's time to leave," he sighed with a frown,
The match of the century, going another round.

Tomorrow, again, the battle would wage,
Between duty and distraction, an unending stage.
Yet for today, the professor could boast,
Of progress made, more than most.

In the end, the match remains unresolved, an ongoing battle. It's a relentless struggle in the pursuit of academic excellence, always caught in the dilemma of whether to write or not to write. But one day, against all odds, the paper is finished! And what a glorious day it will be... The beginning of a submission process!