Point

 

Dorothy Bandusky

 

Now you must fail, although you pass,

(And never fall into a lull)

When no point can be found in class.

 

You may as well be smoking grass

Or picking out which smarts to cull;

And you must fail, but first you’ll pass

 

Out dead away from noxious gas

That shrinks your brain and splits your skull

When no point can be found in class.

 

What’s that you say? “I’m very crass

To say things like, ‘Prof. Void is null’

And ‘you must fail, although you pass?’”

 

Well, salary is what the lass

Does like, I think, and not to mull

On points that could be found in class.

 

So read your books, (or be an ass),

And teach yourself, (lest you be dull),

For all must fail, although they pass,

When no point can be found in class.