Hmm... no animosity toward english teachers here... We read some Yeats today. I love the Lake Isle of Innesfree and Adam's Curse. Fortunately, they were some of the few we had 'read to us' in class. I hate it when people read poems to me...

GAH! I wrote about half of this in my head as I was secretly steaming in my skull... humbug...

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The Big Fat Man Sat On The Tall Skinny Stool and talked about Poetry.
The Big Fat Man Sat On The Tall Skinny Stool and said that we didn't Understand.
The Fat Man Read The Poem and made noises from his mouth like a goose dying.
He paused and waited between noises and made up sounds of his own to take the places of some he didn't like.
He waggled his thick fingers in circles, nodding and shaking his scraggle-haired head.
The Big Fat Man looked down at us from His Tall Skinny Stool.
He ate away our Literacy in greedy mouthfuls and made us small with his eyes.
The Big Fat Man on the Tall Skinny Stool said that we didn't Understand Poetry.

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