My Class
(for my classes of Spring, 2008)
Oh hark all ye to my glad tale:
Students crowned of brown, blond, orange.
To command our notice they cannot fail
Almost like like a squeaky door hinge.

With skills of math they are so blessed.
Through effort, study, brains, scheming,
Cruelly slain was our last test,
Like a bunny snatched by an eagle, screaming.
--J. A.