I’ve been commissioned to produce a rhyme,
Thing is, I’ve not had an original thought in a long time.
That being the case,
The proceeding space
How the BookFace
Is responsible for these words.
I’ve just now decided that rhyme schemes are for nerds.
I’ll rhyme how and when I want,
I assure you I’m no poetic savant
I just know what I…want
Ok, enough about the mechanics of this poem,
Let me tell you the muse for this work, you might know him.
He is certainly more pleasant than an itchy, puss-filled rash
I speak, of course, of the charmingly urbane Charles Nash.
In response to a call for conscription
Into my recent pedagogical vocation,
At that request he did commission,
For me to produce a poetic vision
Of great jubilation.
You are now reading the fruit of that request,
Question is, what to do with the rest…
Of this limerick?
What about a quick…
Rundown of the previously mentioned “pedagogical vocation”?
As a supplementary source of remuneration
Through the interwebs I travel to China,
To serve as an instructor of English elocution.
Working at home suits me just fine-uh.
Detracting from total mirth
Is that our opposing locations on the earth
Mean they are awake while I would snooze,
Causing me to lose
Precious sleep that humans require.
Indeed, I wish the body wouldn’t tire,
That being the case, I’d teach all night,
Helping Chinese kids speak English, the way an American might.
Scratch that, Americans have terrible grammar,
It’s only one step above incomprehensible yammer.
The worst example of this grammatical blathering
Is to answer “I didn’t do nothing”
Which is really testifying
That you, indeed, did something.
Equally bad is ending
A sentence with “at”
Knows it’s a grammatical transgression,
To end a sentence with a preposition.
OMG, I’m all over the place,
To avoid confusion,
And end with grace,
This sentence is my conclusion.