So my boy Tom teaches at a most prestigious school, where the parents pay more for tuition than Top Management and I have earned some years. All part of the joy of freelancing.
Despite the outstanding quality of the staff, however, some students just refuse to learn (not that I'm one to talk). Which explains the essay from one youngster explaining how John Donne and Ernest Hemingway were very different poets.
The mind boggles.
Top Management was so inspired by this insightful comment that she immediately sat down, became world-weary, helped herself to a stiff drink—after all, no one else is going to help her—and penned the following:
Haiku Like White Elephants
by HemingwayHe poured the Pernod.
Or did the Pernod pour him.
What did it matter.
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