Rock, paper, tiger
Silver Anniversary
Humpty Dumpty was pushed
(my spine poem/senryu)
(I was overhearing their talk:)
I think it's just terrible
Dastardly deed--purposely
So cute poor fat little man
(student with white shirt)
Every way accessible
Sat on his wall reaching all
Long office hours he kept
(student with shoes that don't match)
Clever and very wise too
Physics 102 project
Broken eggs back together
(with white shirt)
Let us go back to the lab
Make Dr. Dumpty famous
(student with black shirt)
Then we'll teach him--Balancing
(in unison)
( Now I've heard it all!!)
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #10,
- Magaly invited us to "create poetry or prose inspired by a conversation we’ve overheard."
- I left my position as an Aerospace Engineer at NASA Houston in 1980 for a second career as a Business Professor at San Jacinto College, a large two-year community college in the East Houston area.
- After every class I would move to the front of my desk, move the lectern out of the way, and sit on the desk as my students passed by. Some would stop to discuss a point we covered in the lesson, maybe give a real-life example that fit, or make an office visit appointment, and so on.
- Various times in my life I have felt folks were placing me in an older order. My classes were no exception, starting after teaching maybe fifteen years, many of the female students began patting my legs as they passed.
- I was well liked by the students even though I made them work hard for a good grade. Fine with other faculty too. But I was forced to retire due to health reasons (from which I've recovered).
- My working life had phases, three years working in an Elgin watch factory, five years in the U.S. Army, 19 years with Aerospace, and 22 years at San Jacinto College. I retired in 2001, Mrs. Jim was ahead of me, she retired in 1999.
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Nicely imagined conversation and clever string of senryu. (And I am assuming, from your back story, you are imagining yourself as the Dr Dumpty concerned?)
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny and sweet, the kids patting your legs as they passed!
Hey Jim, delightfully playful write and with such a perfect ending.I like both the boldness and originality in this piece...
ReplyDelete"murder by numbers
ReplyDelete1,2,3,
it's as easy to learn
as your a,b,c's"
- the police
clever poem jim, enjoyed very much
In the midst of all the 'Dumpty commenters' .. I can hear your voice! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteDumpty, from his troubled seat
ReplyDeleteruled the country by tweet
when his minions came to call
he wasn't really there at all
Love that spine poetry as well as your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the title "humpty dumpty was pushed" (feels like I must agree!) and your take on Mr. Dumpty as the teacher!
ReplyDeleteWhat if Humpty Dumpty was pushed?? In this day and age that would've been what happened. Poor little fat man.....
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