I'm a poet
That don't know it

 

How did the op bury the body of the pro's in math so long.

 

The Raving...read and take heed!

Once upon a midnight dreary
while I pondered weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

While I nodded in the hushing, suddenly there came a rushing
as of someone slowly flushing water 'cross my chamber floor.
Only this and nothing more.
Eagerly, I wished the morrow,
vainly I sought to borrow plungers to relieve my sorrow,
mops to dry the soggy floor.
I slowed it down and nothing more.

Ankle deep in water standing, long I stood there wheezing
panting, weeping, cursing curses no mortal ever cursed before.
As the mess was slow subsiding, my thoughts were strong to go-a-riding
to dry my troubled clothes, perhaps to find a liquor store
I jumped astride my motor scooter
a big black bird screamed Roto-Rooter!
And away go troubles down the drain.
Quoth the raven, 'Evermore'

rev. A, R. Mician & Roto-Rooter

 

Who says we don't have class, lite.

 

Rain drops falling ,sliping,slidding off the gray clouds,spreading its sparkles on surfaces as diamonds ,

Moving like dominos to spaces and from places,

recognizing unfamiliar faces.

Pursueing the pleasures and treasures of life spices.