There’s a poem section in the School paper. Awful stuff usually. I’m planning on submitting a poem, but making it as awful as I can, just to see if they’ll print it. The poem:
‘Rocket to Russia’
Girl, you’ve got my heart on a rocket to russia
Girl, you’ve got my hands on a rocket to russia
Girl, I’ve got to hand it to you
You’ve sent my body parts to someplace new
Oh, living would be easier for me
If my body wasn’t being transported over the sea
My hands, my heart, my ears
My nose, my toes, oh noes
Any one ever do anything similar?
I once submitted an naughty poem to my school paper, which wasn’t published. It’s wasn’t my poem, but rather, a poem from e e cummings we had studied in English class a few week earlier. My English teacher, who thought the poem was good enough for class, didn’t want to run it in the school paper(she was the teacher adviser)
BTW, Sirloin, Beef Tea, Canada. Isn’t that a stone’s throw outside Climax, Sask? Or is that closer to Dildo, NF
Years ago, a bunch of pals in my pottery class conspired to “forge” a piece of pottery to be displayed in the annual college art show. We found some abandoned piece of crap pottery, glazed it with some hideous glaze, forged all the paperwork (including instructor and judge signatures) and took it to the gallery to be displayed in the show. The head of the ceramics department discovered it, was outraged—assuming that a real student had tried to lie and forge their own work into the show. He swore that when he caught who did it, there would be dire consequences. He didn’t know that many of his “teacher’s pets,” including people that he considered personal friends and who had been over to his house, were the ones behind the “forged” pottery. We never told him.