A Sonnet
Well at the very least... it inspired poetry. Hope your job gets better soon.
unfortunate that your job sucks -- to teach,
to dream, hath many rubs, yet prithee, see!
you sit a softer seat than humble me,
who foldeth clothes, and is but paid for each.
i think that if your lesson be disdained,
you simply haven't scared them properly:
go show them It hath no monopoly
on terror, or on dealing loathsome pain:
it floweth bitter in my purple veins,
that sap of Yggdrasil the shady tree
where raven sits, and bleakly calls for me,
just as it called to Coleridge & to Shane.
i only hope you don't teach verse to folks:
your meter's like an Ogden Nash bad joke.
Well at the very least... it inspired poetry. Hope your job gets better soon.
unfortunate that your job sucks -- to teach,
to dream, hath many rubs, yet prithee, see!
you sit a softer seat than humble me,
who foldeth clothes, and is but paid for each.
i think that if your lesson be disdained,
you simply haven't scared them properly:
go show them It hath no monopoly
on terror, or on dealing loathsome pain:
it floweth bitter in my purple veins,
that sap of Yggdrasil the shady tree
where raven sits, and bleakly calls for me,
just as it called to Coleridge & to Shane.
i only hope you don't teach verse to folks:
your meter's like an Ogden Nash bad joke.