Fun with limericks

Our March meeting was postponed a week, so I cranked out a few limericks during my planning period (when you're a sub, you have time for these kinds of things).

HP Rhymes
Anthony Ikehara


"Knowledge Bowling"
There once was a team from Harrison Prep,
Whose Knowledge Bowl skills were quite hep,
Tyler was prone to shotgun
Questions just barely begun,
Yet Zoe confidently answered with mere seconds left.

"PLC Blues"
Thursday morning, stack of papers to grade,
Is my presence but a mere charade?
Collaborative plans are not for me,
The only teacher of DP history;
My TA is absent, with 200 copies to be made.

"But I Don’t Like Canada, Eh"
Students groan as I flash a smile warm,
They cringe at my voice full of smarm,
“Daaaaaamn Ikehara, back at it again,”
“With readings abooot a Canadian!”
I laugh as they pray for the fire alarm.

"Tests are Hard"
I once taught a government class
With students who thought me a gas
Imagine their surprise
When right before their eyes
Was a test that didn’t run on sass.


Copyright © 2016 by Anthony Kelly Ikehara

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