Poem of the Day: #9

Aug 18 2009 Published by under Terrible Poetry

There was a grad student of yore
who had neither office nor door
at his desk in the lab, students gathered to gab
until he could stand it no more.
All this chatting he could not abide
for his writing he wished he could hide
so when no one would leave
he rolled up his sleeves
and soaked them in formaldehyde.
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2 responses so far

  • leigh says:

    hahaha!!! awesome!

  • Muscleguy says:

    Only formaldehyde? Can't have been very annoying. For really annoying pests you want some glutaraldehyde and for the worst of the worst paraldehyde. You may want to don some safety specs before splashing the last around too liberally. They also preserve the rhyme.

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