The Professor

O child of the sixties
    thou art not “all that”!
To dance with the pixies
    thou doffest thy hat.
Thy tie is let fly,
    thy shoes are let loose.
Thinkest thou art a hippy
    in thy Brooks Brothers suit?

Forty years onward
    thou seest not the change,
thy gray ponytail
    now surrounded by mange.
Thou thinkest thy dance
    of ideas is so bold.
Yet ‘struth, they and thou
    are now simply just old.

Me, today, from about 11:30-11:54


  1. Wow. That sounds like a blockbuster. Not.

    What’s next? A movie of the hijinks at optometry school?

    Hollywood has scraped the bottom of the barrel away and they’re into the dirt underneath now….

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