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