patterson

“Mumble mumble Bismarck!”
Said the old grey toad
At the head of the class
As we all sat there dying
Bored shitless
Watching time crawl by
Like a dying insect
Amusing ourselves with
Ill drawn spider diagrams

We figure this old sloth
Our teacher
Had been there with Bismarck
Holding hands
As they strolled down the streets of Potsdam
In simpler, happier times

But now he was gone
And Patterson was stuck
With us
And this classroom
Neither of which were a match
For his first true love
Bismarck