In his veins bubbled fury,
From his face trickled sweat,
Up above a persistent din,
There boomed a furious dean,
"What’s this awful rumpus,
On my part of this campus?"
"You filthy hooligans,
Is this bloody ruction,
That higher education,
Your whorish mama took a loan
To send you here for?
Your asses back to their classes,
Dumbass freakish donkeys!"
Who knew the portly dean,
Babariga dancing in the wind,
Corpulent buttocks jiving
To a macabre drum of feet,
The din chasing at long last,
Could scamper so damn fast?
Written by: The one whose name adorns the fucking masthead.
Heheheh. Its a good thing you are no longer a student. This is a perfect justification for rustication.
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