The Dairy of Doctor Bong

The Sarcasm Of Wit

Plain Black S'es

When a rose flowered forth from the petal that thorned it,
and the clock tower waved farewell, a tearful one, to I,
For there was once, when I was popular like the poplar tree.

Yet even those who formerly cherished me were swift to hit
the bells of farewell, and do so cheerfully, to I,
And the four whom I loved so dearly slew their bonds of slavery.

Uncommonly, the hairy bear speaks not of what comes forthwith.
Rather, a migration to the beloved neighbours-in-law beckons.

by Deremy Ronald Geisha (D.Ron.G)

I can assure you that while the locations have changed, the parodying will never stop.

Today, I literally jumped for joy (and got stuck) when I read the IB results. An average of 39.37 for the L1R5

[Reminder: Call a handyman to fix the ceiling, which is steadily farting out stones and dust after I cracked it with that overambitious jump]

I mean, IB diploma is a sight to behold indeed! For that places us third in the world (and first in Asia), and thus makes us a
Third World school.

posted by the_dr3@m3r @ 4:34 AM