She was the new chemistry teacher, prim & proper, wearing a tight, short skirt
which barely covered her shapely ass.
Spitballs, paper airplanes, flying notes, such a disorderly class.
She arrived at school each day in her tiny, white Porsche, we had to wonder why she
chose to teach such a course?
She told us her new experiment would discover the fountain of youth.
We didn't dare tell her, could it be that her mirror hid the truth?
Sweat mixed with the liquid in the beakers, her hair falling about her face.
Two buttons popped from her chest, exposing ample breasts, now free from their
confined space.
Bunson burners glowing, bright blue flames, no one expected the events that happened
next...
BANG! explosions shook the entire lab, this surely wasn't what was written in our
texts.
We don't know if she found what she was searching for,
but we all laughed until our sides hurt, her bare ass mooning us as she ran out the
door.
A contest entry
- 10,000 POINTS ~ LANDSLIDE HUMOR - WHO IS THE FUNNIEST POET ON AP? ROUNDS CONTEST ~ 1st mud wave of entire mountain of contest on the brighter side of life! ~#108~ PLEASE LOOK INSIDE by Roaddog Wolf.
475 points, ended September 4, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"Spitballs, paper airplanes, flying notes, such a disorderly class." liked that line brought back ole school days.
thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest....
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You have indeed painted a picture.
Reading this a few times through and following your line breaks stilted the flow a tad. The way a poem is presented on the page can entice people in or make them turn the page. The contest did ask for 10 lines, forgetting the 46 line count perhaps some re-drafting would tighten it up making the impact I think this deserves.
Yes it is a personal opinion but we can but read the lines on the page as they are presented to us as the reader. Still a great take on the prompt I do like where you have taken this contest challenge. Good luck
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Teachers...I’m a teacher, the emperor wears no cloths
The chem teacher was a lover of school,
not a lover of teaching,
chemistry
or even students,
she just loved the cycle of sports and seasons.
The serene indifference of nature
knows what she knew multiplied by infinity
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Great Imagery within this very very funny composition.
Well done & Best of Luck in the Contest!
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