(the prankster)
I stole a love letter
from our dorky math teacher
to the librarian
and Xeroxed it, and
posted it on the Internet.
The faculty
went berserk.
No one blamed me.
Ha! I was congratulating myself
when he e-mailed me.
"I must inform you that your
prank, although supremely
immature, was creative. You
are probably wondering how I discovered
that you are the mastermind behind
this particular amusing trick. I
easily hacked into your system. Easily,
of course, is quite simply an
understatement. I
shall not tell our math teacher
who took advantage of his
brief lapse into the
softer passions."
Huh.
I'm thinking of
hooking up with him.
Just imagining
the havoc such a
brilliant mind could wreak
inspires me!
He'd never be caught.
If we work together,
maybe he'll devise a way
to protect me
from ever getting caught.
You know. Since we'd be
Partners in crime.
A/N: Thanks to Invader Nina and Little Miss Demosthenes for suggesting the 'class clown,' which spawned this stereotype. .' I am immensely indebted to you guys. This is one of my longer 'poems.' I'd appreciate more suggestions! Please review!