Ruthless Rhymes for Stupid Students

[freckles_and_doubt]

As a result of manifest student iniquities in lectures, I have a new hobby. First installment:

A cellphone's plangent beep, by God!
Machine-gun turrets waste the sod.
I thus, with shame and satisfaction
Plug his social interaction.

Comments

relating

[(Anonymous)]

Cell phones in lectures.
Raptor among the pigeons.
Feathers, scattering.

Re: relating

[(Anonymous)]

drat. T'was I,
w_n

Re: relating

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Very cool! but haiku do not, to me, have the splendid satisfactions of metre and rhyme offered by doggerel...

Re: relating

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, but rhyming's harrrd. Bad haiku-ing is easy. I was hoping there'd be a rash of poetic commentary. I'll keep checking, just in case.

w_n

OED

[(Anonymous)]

plangent (adj)
1. Making the noise of waves breaking or beating on the shore, etc.
2. Loud-sounding, striking the ear powerfully; applied sometimes to a metallic, sometimes to a loud thrilling or plaintive sound. Also fig.

I looked it up :)
wolverine_nun

Ruthless rhymes

[(Anonymous)]

Applause for the Rhyme - made my day :)

Nothing like a ringtone sound-seeking sentry gun on your desk to focus young minds ;) Jammers are available, you know.

A

Re: Ruthless rhymes

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Poetry is more fun...

hmmm

[(Anonymous)]

You should consider the posibility that you are slowly and prematurely turning into a crotchety old woman. Resist!

Re: hmmm

[(Anonymous)]

Indicated by irritation due to (and poetry inspired by) despicable students who let their phones ring in lectures? No. Such students should be publicly (publically? both look wrong) flogged. Or at least put in stocks somewhere near the cafeteria.

wolverine_nun

Re: hmmm

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Hey! Less of the personal remarks while hiding behind the veil of anonymity in a craven cur-like fashion. I diagnose Phlp, from previous evidence ;>.

I am not changing prematurely into a crotchety old woman. I am channelling, timeously and to good effect, my inner crotchty old woman. I am only officially a crotchety old woman when I'm actually whacking the little buggers over my head with my cane, or running over their toes with my rocking chair. Right now, the happy invention of biting and scurrilous Harry Graham-oid poetry is, in fact, standing as a substitute for actual Maddened Granny action, for which the students may, in fact, be grateful.

Re: hmmm

[(Anonymous)]

Um, nope. Not this Phlp anyway. I would have said biddy. Not that I'm accusing you of premature biddyness... oh never mind. I'm just going to mind my own biddyness anyway...

Re: hmmm

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Hah! That's definitely Phlp, a pun like that...

OK, I maligned you. Sorry.

Hooray for haikus

[starmadeshadow.livejournal.com]

Lone cellphone shrieking,
Pale cherry blossoms falling,
Rust blood rushing. Peace.

Re: Hooray for haikus

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Wheee! graphic violence in the lecture theatre! my favourite sort!