Communications Class Poetry

I wrote the following while being bored to death in communications class tonight. My two friends liked it so much they copied it down and passed it around the class, ha. Unfortunately my classmates are the ones who will appreciate it most since they know the way our prof is...

Communications Class

You babble like a mindless drone
With stature of a garden gnome
No one hears you when you speak
We wonder when you'll shut your beak

With each loud word you slow down time
We'd like you better as a mime
You seem to forget, we're not in grade five
By the end of class we're barely alive

Full stop, noun, subject, verb
Everything we've already heard
Repeated from your cathedral mouth
Makes us want to migrate south

Nothing personal, you seem quite nice
But we already learned the comma splice
Give us something for what we paid
Or another poem will have to be made

I wondered if it was karma that the only time I received a ticket for not paying for parking on campus was tonight, after I had written this poem...

An Ode To The Post-Holidays

The holidays are gone, our joy’s been sucked dry
Through crappy gifts and hangovers from whisky and rye

It’s back to work now, with heads down we trudge
The headaches, the traffic that refuses to budge

The Christmas tree that stays up till May or till June
Once disassembled will have to go up just as soon

Our holiday spirits dissolved by the booze
Leaving us with tinsel dragging on our shoes

With our bank accounts empty we’ll work off the pounds
Accumulated from turkey and too many rounds

We’ve spent, dined and travelled beyond compare
But feel comfy in our new socks and underwear

Valentine’s is depressing, Easter’s nowhere near,
It’s the beloved holiday lull that comes once a year