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WARNING!: A Highly contagious and possibly life threatening strand of Deadpoetistis has been confirmed in your area. Keep away from all books of poetry, radios, red paint, and desk-sets to help limit your chances of catching the infection.
Be On The Lookout For Any and All of These 10 Symptoms;
1. Muttering 'Travesty, Horror, Decadence, Excrement.' when authoritative figures are out of ear shot.
2. The replacement of adjectives and adverbs with the term 'YAWP'. (i.e. "That hair cut is rather [YAWP]tastic.")
3. Odd and alarming feelings of innfactuation for the saxaphone and/or feelings of dislike towards the clarinet.
4. Bouts of hysterical giggling over breaking rules or disobeying figures of authority.
5. A strange and unexpected burst of poetical genius. Often refuring (though not limited to) to 'madmen' or 'blankets'.
6. The wearing of door wreaths as crowns.
7. The need to 'find a new view' often closely followed by the standing on a desk.
8. Being found chanting/yelling/reciting poetry OR works of Shakespeare, particularly 'A Midsummer Nights Dream'
9. Taking pleasure in the throwing of birthday presents from high places such as balaconies, roofs, ledges, and out of windows.
10. A sudden and uncontrollable urge to 'seize the day'.
If you or anyone you know are experiencing any of these symptoms get medical assistance as soon as possible. Remember only Youcan help stop the spread of Deadpoetitis.
A.N. Twas bored on a rainy Sunday night, this is what happens.