Mr. Turner's Latin class

as I mentioned in my last post, I did a search for some witty or amusing, comic to accompany this... but could find nothing, remotely, appealing...
I mean really... apparently NO ONE thinks abortion is a laughing manner...
check out THIS barrel of laughs...

although... THIS kinda' amused me...
...though it's relevence to the topic being unapparent, I am always up for a good battle with reality...








anyhoo...


I remember I was sitting in Mr. Turner's Latin class...
I had been fooled originally, by his genuine smile and catchy "Take Latin
and learn words like Sex" sign, he had hanging in his classroom window...
I found myself still there three years later, battling it out with subjunctive verbs...
It was a grey day, or at least it felt grey... most of my memories of the class room
throughout my high school experience are 'grey'...
(I attribute that to both my complete lack of interest in all but a few excellent subjects,
and the chilly concrete that made up the building in it's prison like totality...)
I was not pleased.
I wanted to get the hell out. I heard someone honk their horn outside and leaning my head with resignation and attempting to focus on the tedium before me, I instead felt prompted to write this poem...
I still so many years later, remember...



subtle eh?
sure made suffering through the rest of my Latin class seem like a breeze...
nothing like a little prospective when you are wallowing in self-pity...