My Western Civ teach used to throw parties,
For the students, help them break the windows
With rocks, there was a secret door to Narnia,
In the back of the Janitor’s Wardrobe.
We found him one morning floating dead in
A swimming pool with bullet-holes over his back.
Turns out he was trying the balance of
A Ceremonial Knife in the hall.
And a Little Hoodlum snitched to the Mob.
So, five guys borrowed the principal’s car,
Some ammo from the glove compartment,
And paid a visit to Western Civ Dept.
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