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Filipp

A professor once had an office chairWorn and wrinkled through wear and tearIt held me close like a viceHe gave me a little adviceHe said...

Dr. Biddlefiddle

The Pour At Four Score Michael, On the occasion of your birthday I attempted to compose eight limericks, one for each of your decades. Instead,...

Virginia

________________________________________________________ Immersed was I, in a textile strike by Wobblies, Li’l Red Songbook my Ticket to Fantasies. There were parades of the tugboats. Curmudgeons. Songs...

Terese

There once was a professor from Troy Whose students he did not annoy When he would ask, "So what?" For we felt in our gut...

Russ

A professor of rhetoric lorePiled up all his books on the floor. He did not need shelvesOr any house elvesTo tidy his learnéd decor. An...