In the valley of Valdez lived an intellegent Isaac ,
All the presidents and pricipals knew he was wisest
In his Roosevelt Room he reads marvel comics in bed
Has no room for blue gloom , he bleeds republican red!
Wakes up to a song by the late and great Eagles
Hears his voice as he speaks and thinks "Is this the Beatles? "
During class he is told the room smells like a mutt
Believes he's being mocked, who is Seymour Butts?
Nonetheless he still teaches, holds no lasting vendetta
Is puzzled by the funding of his biblioteca
Wears only the finest headwear of satin and silk
Discovered that women like make-up and piegons make milk
But it's been a long day, a tired computer and A.I.
In the valley of Valdez , Isaac says Goodnight.
if not clear... this poem is not meant to be taken seriously
nothing in the poem represents my moral, ethical, pathological, phsyical, mental, ethiopian, or pescitarian beliefs
Go back home?
