Thursday, February 14, 2008

love is in the air in 8th grade Hungary

Today being Valentine's Day, I decided to ask my 8th grade class to come up with some love poetry based on the 'Roses are Red....' formula.  I expected them to be able to rhyme 'blue' and 'you' and 'too' and maybe, if they are feeling a little naughty, even 'poo'. 

After a few decent attempts from some of the smarter pupils, this then followed from a self-confessed bad-ass rapper from the ghetto (Ritchie, 12 years old), verbatim:

The pussy is red,
The cock is blue,
Today's the day for f*cking,
So I want to f*ck you.

No more poetry for the 8th grade, methinks. Next week I'm getting them exorcised.


3 comments:

RobW said...

You fucking bum bandit. How are you doing?

Nice little story. The blog looks good.

I especially like the sinister Chris Langham look in the header...

xxx Rob xxx

Rachael said...

I just peed in my pants from laughing so hard!

Chris Cantrell & Jim Vanderpump said...

Rob accuses you of being like Chris Langham a lot. I suspect he's trying to divert attention.

I like the quaint pink text, the muffin receipes. We both know where this is going...

Speaking of which, I am using your receipe, right now. The best bit is when you mix together the butter & sugar.