You have an interesting lisp, dear sir -
Do you affect it, as a type of lure?
For which class are those papers you're grading,
Sends my heart in a spiral debating,
And what is the college subject you teach,
In that sultry voice so lustrous and deep?
Who, oh who, are you trying to impress
With that high, slinky, black and white print dress,
That you keep pulling to cover your thighs,
While through the windows, you gaze with your eyes?
Really, I must know, what are you reading,
To ease your pains of our common seating?
What are you muttering, under your breath -
Locked as you are in a fight to the death,
With hidden demons prowling in your mind -
Your utterances, a strange madness sign?
Only question I ask, aloud, once more
Is this - only this: "Bus Driver! Back Door?"
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