Ruthless Rhymes for Stupid Students, VIII

[freckles_and_doubt]

The discipline of English lit
is open to the meanest wit:
hardly rocket science, its creed
demands you simply learn to read.
Yet there they sit! my brightest class!
Mute, because they can't be arsed
to read the nifty books I set.
I push the button marked "Eject"
to launch them skywards through the roof,
and register my sharp reproof.
Heaped on the lawn, all bruised and bleeding,
bet they wish they'd done the reading.

Still no epiglotti. I'm too annoyed to think of rhymes.

(Edited after the fact to a slightly snappier version. The Eject button was in one of my earlier scribbled bits of paper, and I subsequently forgot about it.)

Comments

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

why, thank you ;>. Although, given the irritation levels, this wasn't nearly bloody enough. My approximately bi-annual "throw the unprepared students out the class" hissy fit leaves me spitting bricks. Bruising and a few splinters, pshaw.