Monday, August 15, 2005

Inservice Poetry

Recipe for Fun

2,500 School Staff
+One Auditorium
+One Speaker
+Four Hours
+Zero Breaks
Embittered Poetry!!!!

O! To rise and shout,
"You Sir, are a piece of crap!"
The masses would cheer!!!

Our corporate kickoff
takes my soul away from me
and sinks it in shit.

What must they pay you,
loud mouthed fount of knowledge
to talk our your ass?

If Lincoln spake brief,
and you go to twelve-thirty,
where is John Wilkes Booth?

In the very last row we sat
our buttocks now totally flat.
Because we had not one break,
our lives are at stake.
That teacher just jumped, hear her splat!


Jim Jannotti said...

You have got to be kidding. That's... that's... inhuman!


P M Prescott said...

I will never complain about our boring in-services again. (Alright I will, but I will keep them in perspective from now on.)Recover and face the students.

Anonymous said...

I am posting a comment at school! There must be a hole in the fabric of the universe! The school's internet system has downed defenses!

I sat there until 10:00. Then I left. I drove away laughing. Ha ha ha- Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!

(MLK Jr won't be mad at me for using his words for such a trivial annoyance, will he?)


eatmisery said...

You've reminded me of why I hate Teacher Institute Days.

educat said...

MLK isn't mad.

He's sad. Listen to him cry.