Let's just suppose you underwent
A surgical procedure
To make your face exactly like
Your eighth grade science teacher.
Then when you got to class you'd sit
Then when you got to class you'd sit
Where everyone could see
So when your teacher walked inside
He'd say "By Jove that's me!"
He'd give your tests the highest grades
He'd give your tests the highest grades
No matter what you do
Because he'd get a lousy score
By giving one to you.
4 comments:
Nice to see such a clever poem dedicated to me. :) Love you!
Daniel, Debu, Martin and I just read it out loud like we were in her majesty's secret pub. Thanks.
Love it Stephen!!
Debi, oops!
Post a Comment