All right, all of you young 'uns. Have you grown up, yet, or are you still wet behind the ears with brains of mush? Are you able to synchopate several syllables into something readable, and might I say, interesting? Go ahead, use that grey matter. You've been talking enough about me, so show me what you can do. I'll buzz you when time's up. And no talking!
Ok, Mr. Dee, I'll bite. What kinds of things would you like your former students to submit?
In my case, I have a novel - could I attach it here for your late night reading pleasure? All I need is a literary agent and a publisher to get it into print. Maybe your notes in the margins would help me...
I found all my old senior english papers - can't believe I saved them and can't believe I found them, either.
Here is a poem I wrote to you on Nov. 20, 1968
Dedicated to Mr. Dee
Master mind-prowler,
Patron Saint of all day books.
Overlooking the building
of lives and ideas
and spires.
Endlessly searching for anything
good in us.
Trying to be an image worth remembering.
We all know!
All of us understand.
You can bring forth any and all in us,
what you want in us.
In your earthen palm we shoot
from pods to fully grown beings.
Under your right arm hisses COBUE,
leaning on you for strength to plod on
strength to buckle up.
Banaba-nut strength only a Dee endures.
I found all my old senior english papers - can't believe I saved them and can't believe I found them, either.
Here is a poem I wrote to you on Nov. 20, 1968
Dedicated to Mr. Dee
Master mind-prowler,
Patron Saint of all day books.
Overlooking the building
of lives and ideas
and spires.
Endlessly searching for anything
good in us.
Trying to be an image worth remembering.
We all know!
All of us understand.
You can bring forth any and all in us,
what you want in us.
In your earthen palm we shoot
from pods to fully grown beings.
Under your right arm hisses COBUE,
leaning on you for strength to plod on
strength to buckle up.
Banaba-nut strength only a Dee endures. Great poem, He referred to me as a romantic, go figure, I still remember his heckling laugh.
