Old Doctor T, the minute she
these clueless AB majors met,
immediately all came to see
how badly plants upset.
The class she split up into eight
for group reporting; oh, how fun!
-- if only she did not proceed
to murder everyone.
Until my turn came to explain
the complex intricacies involved
in extracting essential oils from Rosa damascena
with a sophisticated diagram I drew on the board
in my incomprehensibly bad handwriting
did she for a fleeting moment
cease to be a terror.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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