Authors note: As allways i own nothin at all! depressing really... ah well, no matter!
Poetry?
Poetry!
A waste of time if you ask me!
Sappy little sonnets, and prissy little rhymes,
Never even done on a student's own time!
Why should I have to stop my lessons,
Because you are writing of love?
Of hearts and roses, and daisies!
And other trinkets from above!
If for once you were paying attention, to the things right in front of your nose!
I might actually finish my teaching! And that's something as far as this goes!
Why does inspiration only strike when you're in class?
…I tell you that the potion needs more axrab grass,
You look at me and start to pout!
I just want to beat in my message and then throw you out!
So, though inspirations a powerful invention…
…it pays in here if you can pay attention!
You scribble it in on the margins,
In the small space between every line…
At the bottom left and right hand corners…
Like some freakish cultish design!
It grows ever harder to look the other way…
Which leads me yell about this every day!
For you stupid students should pay!
For making me read these ridiculous things you write….
Detention! For everyone!
Tonight!
…oh Salthazar's slippers… it's spreading…. Oh no.