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What Chaucer forgot By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 2/6/2002; 6:50 AM The Teacher: Prologue There was a teacher of older age Whose hair implied that of a sageb That above his head, cloud-like, rose. Just as plethoric was his nose Which long and skinny did protrude. His frame in that sketch one could include Except near the stomach where Proof of good food he did neatly bear. Juxtapose his nose, two blue eyes were fixed Peering past the black bound glasses betwixt. When he smiled, he smiled not; Instead he grinned at us a lot. A tunic and black pants he always wore Although I'm not quite sure what for. Raised near London, he had curious speech, Yet for other accents, he could one of each. More intriguing when speaking was the way His hands embellished what his words would say. But what stood out about his looks Was his large assortment of coloured socks (And though I don’t wish to be mean T’was a shame that he lacked green). About this fact, his tale told Answer to the questions manifold. The Teacher’s Tale Long ago and far away Actually last St. Patrick’s day A class I had again to teach Where only I was blest with speech Or so it seemed since no one said A thing unless forcefully led. Abnormal this day was not: Dismally overcast, the air was hot. The moisture of the coming rain, Thick and sticky, was a pain. My students stared into the air As if to burn a black hole there. The heavy-leaded lid and glassy eye Saw not the winged creature droning by In the window, out the door Actor in our lives no more… The long thin finger of the clock Did my very patience mock As it meandered to the top Only down again to drop… But suddenly there came a rapping! No… only some fingers tapping. On that day I had worn green, Without which I would have been Humiliated to the merciless pinches Of vengeful educated lads and wenches. Student spirit was naturally depleted Another “fun” day cheated and defeated. They say luck accompanies this hue Up to this point I would have said so too The students were pleasantly bored and sedate. Not meant to share their fate, By uncontrollable forces I was assailed And all my attempts to teach failed. First a monster ran through the hall, A monster which was far from small. With three ears and a GQX shaped nose Three million coins hung on his clothes. His hair was like the fur-ball of a cat That had been chewed, digested and re-spat. With a mushroom cap upon his head He ran about with footfalls of lead. This creature ran past the door And the students made such a clamor As if they had never seen one before! With frustration, my hair I tore, Tried to restore the equilibrium From this anti-learning pandemonium. But soon enough, as luck would have it, Something else occurred to wreak havoc. A computer, in the corner quietly retired, Stood up, and itself unwired. The rectangular Cyclops turned its glassy eye Blinked, babbled, beeped and waved good-bye Lectured the other machines on computer rights Then skittered out the door with flickering lights. All the others, following his lead, Had a quick conference, and then soon agreed, Threw off their bondage of plastic and wire, Lit firecrackers and caught themselves on fire. Careening about, with a pop and a bang Shrapnel screeching speedily sang. While I hurriedly tried to impede the flames The students roasted marshmallows and played games. Some others sat with mouths agape Their lips forming a rather O-like shape. Even others interviewed the surviving rebels Who blipped and burped at inaudible levels. But the few Who had slept through Still slept... The books, not wanting to be exempt From the class-wide celebration Left for a well-deserved vacation Leaving the words in a pile on the floor All bent and tangled, not coherent anymore. Their jagged corners, edges and points Curves, flats, sharps and joints Reached out, my clothes to snag ‘Til naught was left but a tattered rag. By then my nerves were very jumpy And I began to feel quite grumpy. Why did things have to go amiss When I wore the color green like this? Since then I’ve been superstitious And overly suspicious Of this everything that may be green Plants, people, and clothes, I wean. Which is why you see none on my feet. (Just a note: this was written for english lit class and describes the teacher who always wore wacky colour socks... except green, which IS my favorite colour)
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: Evan on 2/4/2002; 10:55 AM This is absolutely wonderful. I do have one question though. What is a GQX shaped nose? Oh and green's my favorite color too.
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 2/5/2002; 6:04 AM Everyone asks me that. In fact, when i saw that you had one question, I immediately knew what it was. i.e. EVERYONE. use thine imagination. I know you have a good one. YAY! I wore almost all green today... my new green jacket, a green shirt, green backpack, green key, keychain, phone strap glass thingy, eyeshadow, umbrella and bottle of tea. And I was so jealous!! I saw two females with awesome green pants... but was to shy to ask where they got them *darn* Im trying to find some so that i can be very green for st pats
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: Mark Morgan on 2/5/2002; 1:16 PM Chie, looks like you need BRs at the end of lines, or to wrap it in PRE tags. I think I'm going to automate poetry formatting so you don't have to do that yourself. That won't be for a little bit, though, so you should edit the piece.
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: ScottN on 2/5/2002; 2:28 PM I was going to say something about that, but then I figured that she maybe wanted it that way.
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: Evan on 2/5/2002; 2:46 PM I've seen green pants somewhere. I don't quite remember where though. Now that I think about it, not many of my clothes are green for some reason. I guess that's because they don't make green Cheeseburger in Paradise shirts. Actually I do have a pair of green pants if my family didn't donate them to charity. They were part of my boy scout uniform. Arghhh headless chickens running around on everybody's heads!!!!!!!!
RE: What Chaucer forgot By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 2/6/2002; 6:45 AM oh ops I forgot them b/c i copied it from word.
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