One time, back in college, I stared at the bulletin board in the dormitory hallway for over an hour. The only product of that time is this poem.
Sudent Fights
The sign in my classroom was intriguing.
Student Fights it read,
And in Europe, too,
For a fee
(and a heart full of desire I suppose).
Sign me up, I thought,
So I did.
Rage and Restraint,
COURAGE AND CONTROL,
KUNG FU,
AHHHHHH, THE MARTIAL ARTS!!!
After landing in Old Oxford,
I looked at my brochure
(you know, to find out where the budokan arena was).
Turns out,
I had simply purchased a student flight. |