“5. Homework: A writing exercise! Slam that m$*#&#$#$&#%#$* again tonight. Do it. I dare you. Then write a sonnet about what it feels like to be punched in the neck by a cranky person. Some of us work for a living.”
I couldn’t resist.
A sonnet of such eloquence of speech
Presented as evidence that I know
Of standing just within your cranky reach
Upon jugular with befisted blow
Which backward flung me upon my sore ass
And left me sprawled upon the hardwood floor
Who knew my teachers were filled with such sass
Punished for the crime of slamming the door
But my feet again I found beneath me
And stood with such rapturous affection
For he who gave me better eyes to see
And a mind that can make such connection
That between the door and the jam lies sound
Let it be soft, lest I’m flung to the ground!
As one with multiple attendance certificates from diversity workshops, it chagrins me to report the negative feedback I have received from members of the wolf and cave-dwelling communities over my recent blog post. My thoughtless remarks may have left the impression that I believe all wolves and cave dwellers are thoughtless d-bags, inclined to stomp up and down dorm hallways, loudly slamming doors in their wake at all hours of the day AND NIGHT. Nothing could be further from truth. There are no doubt many courteous canines and Neanderthals, and I hope they will accept my heartfelt apologies. Understand that I know that you are one of the good ones. (Not like those others.)
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