Wordydoodle I

From notebook pulled from stack of recently bagged old notebooks.

Abandoned unfinished parody of Owen’s Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori (during first staff meeting, spring term 2010).

Bullshit et B-boring Est Bore Boria Bori

Bored shitless, like dead zombies in a hearse,

Dull-eyed, whining like dogs, we cursed our Head.

Towards the busy term, each turned a face,

And, thinking of the work, then ran and hid.

Some wept aloud; the rest just sat and groaned

Or fell asleep. Many had lost their minds

[But held on, brain-burned

Drunk from Christmas, deaf to all the

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Work! Work! Quick, staff! An agony of planning:

Writing the wretched lessons, wasting time.

While some remained, just standing there and chatting,

Already some were running out of steam.