A flight of fancy on a Sunday morning.

Old dog, old tricks

We've got a new janitor,
An old guy, white-haired,
Grooved skin, but with
Keen blue eyes,
Stereotypically sage-like;
Someone said
He was a retired professor,
What with him being so well-up
About ancient civilizations,
Quoting Homer as he hoovered,
Cursing Jupiter if he hit
His thumb with a hammer,
Giving kids the thumbs up
When they picked up litter,
Thumbs down when they
Skateboarded over his buffing,
But best of all,
When he started at the school,
Do you know what he did?
He accidentally unravelled a ball of string
As he walked down corridors and into classrooms,
Laying a trail around the entire site;
The Principal, a humourless man, saw him
And asked what he was doing;
The old guy said he wanted to
Be able to leave after killing the Minotaur.
After that, he became our hero.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-12 at 11:54

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Kathy Lockhart
You have me giggling this morning. Wonderfully rich in character and humor. (humour--everwhere else in the world). LOL

Amanda K
hhhhhhhhh that was kool

Rob Graber
Not sure which I'd like more: To have had that janitor, or to be that janitor!