Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Poets gone wild.




When Derek was at Harvard,
Or so the story goes,
He fancied a bit of the other,
Now everybody knows.
Ruth put it on the internet you see,
So Derek’s been exposed.
She didn’t want to divide the university of course,
Or tread on anybody’s toes,
But when sex, race, gender and poetry get mixed up,
That’s the way it goes.

6 Comments:

Blogger savannah said...

did you happen to read her withdrawl speech, sugar? foolish woman! xooxo

(nice bit of work. yours?)

6:35 PM  
Blogger expat@large said...

Bit of the old iamdick temptameter in the trouserwork of the past for Old Uncle SitOnMyDerrick Wallwainscotting, yes, I've heard it said.

Of course lesbians and feminist mentors never exert sexual force in their intellectual (read tenure) or professional (read pay) struggles, anyone who's ever done university nursing or played ladies cricket would have to agree with me there.

BTW Headley, your poettery is shite. No OxFam Chair for you, plus I heard you wrote a rude blog once. (Please write it some more... snort, snort, chuffle, snort ...)

9:58 PM  
Blogger tony said...

ah! so!! That's wot The Pope meant by "The Rhyme-Method"...........

11:33 PM  
Blogger KAZ said...

Poor old Ruth
She won't be the prof
She told us the truth
And now she's pissed off.

3:46 AM  
Blogger dh said...

Well this little contretemps does seem to have raised some interesting moral and metaphysical issues. I would like for Ruth and Derek to do a reading on Britain's Got Talent and let the people decide.

6:00 AM  
Blogger Momentary Madness said...

Well Ruth should have studied Electric friendship generator hand book:
“Courtesy For Girls And Boys.”

3:24 AM  

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