We're sober men and true In the class of '82; We recite all our lessons Without asking questions, As scholarly men should do. In Greek we're most intense; In Literature immense; But, hey -- diddle -- diddle, Our Latin's a riddle. And often devoid of sense. When we go out of door, Of text-books half a score Tucked under our arm To protect 'em from harm Will go home with us as before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |