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professor, professor

Professor, Professor,
why don’t you teach?
All that you blabber,
is out of our reach.

Blabber you do;
and you give us pain.
When in your class
nothing we gain.

Simplest of things
look so complex;
courtsey to you!
You come to perplex.

There was a time;
on bed, we’d sleep.
Now in your class
we can sleep, real deep.

In your lectues
no joy we find.
Leave us dear prof.
We won’t ever mind.

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3 replies on “professor, professor”

Amrit, O Amrit
U don’t understand
The professors are human
Without a magic wand

They blabber in class
But let me tell you, lol
If they don’t pain you
They wouldn’t be profs at all

Why can’t u see
The other side of the breeze
Without pills today
You can sleep in peace

If they were interesting
You wouldn’t remember, alas
Ten years from now
How you slept in class

How would you reminisce
The good old fun
Of the laughing in class
And bunking under the sun

The hazaar comments u pass
And the sketches u paste
When your grandsons will budge you
You shall recall with taste.

So don’t forget
These very boring profs
You’ll one day remember
With nostalgic scoffs…

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