A ball to remember

He comes, he fumbles, he smirks, he tumbles,

He opens his mouth and concepts stumble

An oblong ball that sways and grumbles

He teaches, he preaches, to me it’s pure rubbish

When he solves mathematics, it sounds like gibberish

When he proves, I wonder, How dumb will be the new blunder

His voice lulls a lullaby, his thoughts forever a folly

A fool if ever there was, his scribble, his lectures, so gross

I’m the king of statistics he says, Well your kingdom is an empty case

A lazy bum a mind so dumb.

An ego so great, God’s funniest mistake

I’m ecstatic today, this farce is over

Sir, you’re qualified to give 3rd degree torture.

*** Scribbled during a very boring class of statistics somewhere in my 28 years of studying

Published by Iris

I'm an aspiring blogger... Experimenting with poetry, fiction and self-help articles.

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