My favorite teacher got cut due to budgets. He sent this to us all last night.
This Is A Goodbye Poem
drove into Steamboat Springs at 9:30 on a warm night.
A moose was standing in a pond surrounded by gingerbread condominiums
Under a dollop of whip cream full moon.
I pulled over and started up a conversation in French because As everyone knows,
the preferred language of moose is French (Canadian French).
What's up I asked?
I am being very still and waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse said
The large articulate beast,
And because moose are vegetarians the zombies won't be
Able to smell me, said he with a wiseguy grin.
Hmm, I said, I'm a vegetarian too
That means I too will not be sniffed by the fair-faced Zombies.
I jumped into my car,
A large bag of Chili Cheese Fritos between my legns, A big gulp of Dr. Pepper in the cup holder,
Johnny Cash and June Carter's Ring of Fire,
Elbow out the window
The Zombies chasing me like vibrating bowling pins.