Cupcakes For Jesus
So many students you have to suspend
From the ceiling to teach them a lesson -
(Laying tarpaulin to catch all the mess on)
It's the only way that they'll ever learn
The lessons of life that their teachers all spurn
So many Herberts to tie to a hook
So many students to hook to a book
From the libr'y to keep them all learning
With books that they'd rather be burning
It's the only way that you'll ever cope
Unless you pickle your brain with dope
So many Herberts and so little sense
So many poets to make recompense
By writing with style and beauty and wit
And heuristic profundity, all that shit
It's the only way that we'll ever rise
To a level of versing that won't attract flies
Contributors: | Grayman, Dassn't Say, fester, Beefy, Roland, snood, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 27th August 2003. |