Tuesday, November 15, 2011

GRITSTONE



















In the deep bowels of Vulcan
With its hot fires engorged,
This man was not born
But by Thor’s hammer forged!

His cold steely eyes
Put the blue in the skies,
And the gale forces blow
When this mighty man sighs.


Olympus falls silent
As he strides towards their door.
Demi-gods cower
As Zeus hits the floor.

The toughest of men
He fills with deep dread.
Why, even the Boogeyman
Checks under his bed!


When the day is the darkest
This man stands alone!
All hail the emergence
Of the mighty Gritstone!

Terror in the Classroom




















Miss Pettigrew, our coach in math
Was mad as mad can be!
A rubber band had hit her cheek
And raised a welt, you see.

Young Tommy Jones, a fair haired boy
Was just aiming for some fun,
But was slow to hide the evidence;
A smoking rubber-band gun!

Miss Pettigrew, she swore out loud
To purge this foul corruption,
And confiscated Tommy’s gun;
A weapon of math disruption!