(I'm in despair! This site's inability to handle indentation in verse has left me in despair!)
"Chiri dear,
Prof is here!"
See him run when she is near!
He's in fear,
That is clear.
Why this fear of Chiri dear?
In a bed,
Chiri said
He and she must now be wed.
He went red,
Then he fled,
So she said, "I'll take his head!"
Will she off him with a blade?
Will she off him with a spade?
Will she knock his noggin off?
Off him, Chiri! Off the Prof!
Kafka's glad,
Never mad,
See her grin when fun is had!
Prof is sad,
Just a tad,
"Why must life be oh-so-bad?"
She pooh-poohed
This blue mood -
That is no good attitude!
Very shrewd
Plans she brewed,
Then she said, "I'll spike his food!"
Will she feed him toast and tea?
Will she feed him LSD?
Will she spike his stroganoff?
Off him, Kafka! Off the Prof!
Do not laugh.
Do not scoff.
Kafka spiked his stroganoff.
Chiri knocked his noggin off.
No more Prof.
Goodbye, Prof!
THE END
(Cross-posted to the zetsubou_sensei LiveJournal community.)