Our teacher's not a zombie.
He's not the living dead,
although he's looking ragged
and his eyes are rather red.
He shuffles to the classroom.
He slowly drags his feet.
He shambles to the whiteboard
looking broken-down and beat.
We listen to his plaintive moans.
We see the way he strains.
We hear him mumble mournfully
about the students' brains.
But we know not to worry.
We never get upset.
He's always like this when he
hasn't had his coffee yet.
--Kenn NesbittHe's not the living dead,
although he's looking ragged
and his eyes are rather red.
He shuffles to the classroom.
He slowly drags his feet.
He shambles to the whiteboard
looking broken-down and beat.
We listen to his plaintive moans.
We see the way he strains.
We hear him mumble mournfully
about the students' brains.
But we know not to worry.
We never get upset.
He's always like this when he
hasn't had his coffee yet.
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