The Grade School Teacher

 
 

He was an irascible student, talented yet bored

He wouldn’t obey and often the teacher he mocked

Finally there was simply too much for her to ignore

She picked up her stick and her right arm she cocked

 

 

Intending to go forward with a ferocious intensity

She began thinking “I’m going to beat this little B..tard!”

Then she hesitated, wondering “What is wrong with me?”

“Is there a chance maybe he can’t help it, the little retard?”

 

 

She gave him crayons and paper and put him into the corner

In desperation upon his head she affixed the dreaded fools cap

She made a mistake, because there was no one there to warn her

The paper turned out to be priceless 18th century foolscap.

 

 

He scribbled and drew merrily on this precious medium

When she realized what she had done, she was completely aghast

She was distraught not knowing what else she could  do with him

She said, “My instincts were right, I should have beat his little a..”

 

 

© Tim D. Culey -2012-

 

 

The Bard of Avon

It appers that Wm Shakepeare predicted the 2012 political situation when he wrote Mabeth. It's amazing how he knew all those years ago.


Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
Mitt's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.
His is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing. — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

Medical malpractice?

 

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Creative Challenge: Burden


He was born in the waning days of WW II while Hitler’s bombs were still raining down on his home town. When he was old enough, he joined in and became part of a British Invasion bringing his style of music and fashion to the USA.

His mother doted on him as all mothers do, and understood his desperate cries of “We’ve got to get out of this place.”

He expressed a desire to join the Royal Air Corps to become a “Sky Pilot” and when his mother tried to discourage him he said “Don’t bring me down!”

He managed to travel all the way to California and stopped in at “Monterey” proclaiming “It’s my life.”

While in California he met a beautiful flower child named Ci Rider and his heart went “Boom Boom.”

Hardly a day went by when he wouldn’t go see “Ci Rider.” He said, “Baby let me take you home.”

She suggested he should consult with his mother first, which he did and she responded, “Bring her on home to me.”

Ci was a little skeptical of his motives and he told her “Please don’t let me be misunderstood.”

Alas, it was not meant to be, he proclaimed “I’m crying” then left California for Louisiana. Naturally he gravitated toward New Orleans where he stayed for awhile in “The House of the Rising Sun.”

Throughout all his travels and his trials and travails, his poor Mum never gave up on her son. She said on many occasions about her son, “Some think him to be some kind of ‘Animal,’ but Eric has never been a burden.”