Ode to a Hapless Prof

Class should be a place of learning

But to our questions you just shrug

Our thoughts are lost, stuck churning

Why do you still look smug

Your mentality is concerning

We ponder over your mental state

Never on time for class

It’s the most interesting debate

But it always ends with grass

And our grades left to fate

Design Project Haiku

Nothing fucking works

All the data, invalid

I guess we’ll bullshit

Studying Limerick

The school year has come to an end

The library should be my friend

But there’s no space

So ass I will chase

Not a second misspent