Ima Ryma


School Spirit


I teach a college course on ghosts.
A graduate student, I am,
Not given to a lot of boasts,
But students flock to my program.
And they don't seem to mind at all
That I am not a full prof yet.
They fill the largest class room hall,
Competing to be teacher's pet.
Though an election course, there is
A long waiting list to enroll.
Teaching about ghosts is good biz,
To help a high enrollment goal.

While getting my own PHD,
I teach about ghosts - about me.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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  • David Mclansky (1/1/2013 5:56:00 AM)

    I taught a college course on sex,
    Which did little more then perplex
    But oh it swamped the Registrar,
    Over night a campus star!

    I launched the course with Sigmund Freud,
    Little Hans, the boy,
    I spoke of his fragile toy
    I lectured from the text;

    At the conclusion of each lecture course,
    I was surrounded by coeds,
    Who offered glad to tutor me,
    By taking me to bed.

    They assured me that it wasn't fragile
    Inclined it hard at every angle;
    How refreshing is the search for truth
    Oh the ardor our college youth! (Report) Reply

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