My Short Attention Span, Or, what I did in class today. by Rae
Sitting in a classroom all day One's thoughts do start to stray. To LaCroix and Nick, I write a limerick And whittle the hours away.
| I never understood the UF, I thought they only wrote weird stuff. Then I joined the list And found what I missed, And now, I can't get enough! |
There once was a faction unnamed That I thought was really quite tame. And then I met Jules And saw all her tools*. That I joined the list late, is a shame! *(handcuff reference) |
| Nick and LaCroix playing chess, What's in Nicky's mind is a guess. He looks at his Pop, His fangs start to drop, Pieces fly... 'My my, what a mess!' |
Nick and LaCroix come together, At least one of them is wearing leather. A squeak and a thud, They roll in the mud... Don't they know that jello's much better? |
| Nicholas is LaCroix's pride and joy. Their blood link he will sometimes employ. When night starts to fall, Nicholas hears the call, 'Come to me, my beamish boy!' |
Nicholas goes cruisin' in the caddy He's looking forward to seeing his daddy. At the Raven he'll stop It's time to 'Hop on Pop' Dr. Seuss (I think) wrote that, had he? |
| LaCroix, thinking of his son: 'Oh Nicholas, what have you done? I cannot think straight, Last night you were great, Now untie me, you ungrateful one!' 'LaCroix, I like to see you this way, Looks like this time I'll have the last say. Now, please close your eyes And please part your thighs...' *loud sucking noise* 'Happy Father's Day!' |
I like the LaCroix and Nick scheme. However, I do have this dream To be caught in the middle of LaCroix and his fiddle With Nick on his knees, what a scream! |
1998