My mind is on vacation; I’ve already packed my things,
Goodbye Mr Classroom, Professor Clod and ding-a-lings!

The decision is unanimous, your voice does not compute,
There is no more examination,
You little bloody beaut!

“Gestation of the nation”,
My grey matter does implore,
The filial, the cylindrical, the splits that hit the floor,
The powers of persuasion,
My mate inebriation!

The gender bender fender lender,
That’s not such a bloody boor.

The brain has done full circle & that’s quite a perplexing thing,
For this bumptious Bob has left his snotty job,
And now he’s heading back to high school.