Riff onAt The Request Of My Students While Teaching Wordsworth's..Daffodils
Shall the teacher be led
By students fresh and young
Can wisdom be fed
While having so much fun
Let’s take off all our clothes
And dance up on the hill
Whip me with flowers
Those bright daffodils
All those bobbing genitals’
So many circumsized
So many big breasted girls
Bouncing with surprise.
And so many of my pupils
So inventive in their play
I thought they had more scruples
So many of them gay;
In dark rooms I will lay
In a future poor and drear
Fired by the Chairman
Not knowing he was queer
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