According to Michel de Montaigne,
the mind of a man can contain
a whole lot of fluff
but not much solid stuff,
’cause his thoughts are mixed up in his brain.
There once was a professor called Leeming
who lectured on “Being” and “Seeming,”
but students couldn’t decide
for the sake of their lives
if any of her points were redeeming.
There once was a student from Venice
who couldn’t control his penis.
He wanted to fuck,
but he was all out of luck,
’cause before he could start he would finish.
There once was a doctor named Hacker
who was just a bit of a slacker.
His patients all died,
his receptionist cried,
but his nurse took the blame, and he sacked her.
There once was a dude from Yazoo
who had attitude outta the wazoo.
He thought he was hot;
the ladies thought not,
and told him, “Fuck off, you spaz, you.”
T. Allen Culpepper