Jill Stockinger
Oh! Pity the Poor Professor!
The students mix their metaphors so strangely,
they make me feel perplexed and angry.
Their use of platitudes makes me shudder.
“These analyses are trite and puerile,” I sadly utter,
“not worth the paper on which they’re printed; they
lack in craft and critical thinking.” What more can I say?
The butchering of language and such blundering
are points that are far beyond arguing.
The school year’s started; I teach Freshman English.
I fear these semiliterate students will extinguish
the little that remains of my love for writing and poetry.
Woe to them–but far worse–Oh! Poor Me!