Believe it or not, this linguistically gifted, high-achiever of a mighty big mouse jumped from LOWER level to HIGHER—an ordeal usually requiring anywhere from 180 to 360 classroom teaching hours—after only 60 hours of intensive language instruction at one of the many RAT RACE SCHOOLS OF ENGLISH that have overrun the private language school sector in Greece—how did he perform that difficult task, you might ask. Elementary, my dears—He bamboozled his teachers by pretending English was not all Greek to him!
[Transcript of teacher instructing pupil] OK, Let’s try it again. C’mon buddy, there you go, eh, there you go, jump up again, c’mon!
NB: The few language schools that have remained loyal to cherished old teaching methods are now using the following poem as a stopgap teaching aid and rallying cry to ward off any more assaults on their turf. Suffice to say, these language schools—including the Zambara School of English—admit only cats, or in case English is all Greek to you—γάτες!
THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE, FOLKS!
(A 5-ACT TRAGIC FARCE FOR LANGUAGE SCHOOLS)
1.
The saucy mouse said tit,
The sassy rat said tat;
Seductive in the kitchen,
Lady de la Roquefort, sitting pat.
2.
The gnawing was ferocious,
The dame delicious, too;
Enamored with their gnawing,
They gnawed till they were bleu.
(A classic case of biting off
More than you can chew.)
No sign of consternation, no inkling of chagrin,
No reining in of hubris—O overweening sin!
(By Zeus! Such uninvited cheeky din
Was doomed to do our duo in.)
3.
His catnap abruptly truncated by the ruckus,
Our couch potato Tom exclaimed:
Sounds like hocus-pocus woke us!
With drat and drat and double-drat,
That’s quite enough of this and that,
He went gumshoeing to the kitchen.
4.
Zounds!
Brazen raiding scoundrels out-of-bounds
Ravishing our Lady Roquefort!
To arms! To arms!
5.
And with that, dear students,
His Tommy gun reverberated—
Ratta-tat-tat!
Cut the knaves down
To modest wedges,
Just like that.
(snort)
ReplyDeleteThe tommy-gun gatling cat (cat gat the rat?) has messed with my head enough for one morning. More coffee, and off to chores! Thanks for this very clever bit, sir.
Yes, indeed...we don't want anybody messing around with anybody's head......unless it's made of cheese, right? :-) Thanks for taking a bite from mine with your morning coffee.
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