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The tiny Teacher

A tiny man walks in the class,

And says, "Hello".

A crowd of staring college kids,

Say "Think its time to go".

"there is no class today,

loads of time to sleep".

 

Then in comes, Mr. Shrivastava and says

"Guys why do you leave?"

"This is your new faculty,

he will be taking your class.

Be on time from tomorrow,

or from your grades you part".

 

A look of shock crosses the face,

No one speaks a word.

Trying to let the fact sink in,

And someone in the back says:

"He is weird".

 

He comes and introduces himself,

Asks our names too.

Out of the thirty six,

how many he remembers,

is a question though.

 

And on with the class he goes,

Showing pictures on the screen.

Showing logos and *** hole ads,

Untill a hairy scene.

A boy interrupts and asks:

"Whats the meaning of this?"

Wham! goes the teachers heart,

He was not expecting this!

So, he thinks about it for a moment,

no wanting to appear a fool.

 

Sure he must have taken then pictures from somewhere,

And was acting ****** cool.

He gave us topics,

And shooed us away, saying...

"Lets meet on tuesday!"

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kittu
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Oct 1, 2012
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