English Poetry, Thursday period 1

[nuclear_snide]

Bob stood at the front of the Danger Shop today, glowering at the console. When the students entered, he drew himself up, looking dignified.

"This system today has decided not to respond to me." He swiped a hand through it, and it sat there doing nothing. "I'm not about to scrawl two thousand lines of poetry in the air, so I suppose we're left with what it will give me."

He glowered at it further, and obligingly a blackboard appeared with a poem on it.

A wonderful bird is the pelican;
His beak can hold more than his belican.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week,
Though I’m damned if I know how the helican!

Bob sighed. "Enjoy. Read it. Ask questions, if you have any. Then write your own limerick and read it to the class. It shouldn't take too long."

Comments

Re: Talk to Bob!

[alwaysonguard]

"That would be a yes..." Dwight muttered.

Re: Talk to Bob!

[nuclear_snide]

"Of course it's a yes." Bob huffed. "You might think, after teaching a man for his entire life, and after him getting into trouble time and again, he might listen to your opinion. I ask you, is that really so much to expect?"

Look out, Dwight; you'd gotten him started.

Re: Talk to Bob!

[alwaysonguard]

"No... not at all. Seems like a perfectly logical expectation to me" Dwight said with an enthusiastic nod.



Ok... so would it be better to humor him and blindly agree... or...? Damnit, you gone and done it now Dwight.