Brand New Batch

Hot off the presses, this is a warm batch of homecooked haikus from C309:

So the week begins
"Pond" is again diseased
Why? Why am I here?

Which of these is worse—
The backbreaking pain of desks
Or "Pond" droning on

His beard, big and white
The booming strength of his voice
Like God, but stupid

Minutes like dust motes
Flying, dancing in sunbeams
Potential wasted

Do not trash the room
Mister "Pond" will not clean it
Nor will janitor

Words are flying out
His mouth is moving quickly
Too bad no one cares

My head hurts. Hey, look—
The sun is coming out now
Outside... not in here

A smug old bastard
He is a real know it all
Why won't he just die

Twitching and spasms
His twangs are ridiculous
Random bursts of "blaagh"

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Why does not he stop talking?
"Pond" is so stupid

Never stops talking
He thinks that he is in pain
But he hurts us more!

I don't know my grade
In this God-forsaken class
Please, "Pond," have mercy

Paying attention
In this class is difficult
Except Jewish stuff

Put the movie in.
Please put the movie in now.
We'll like the movie more

Using waves of sound,
The true master paralyses his opponent
Leaving him vulnerable to attack

It's as if he shouts
His germs toward us, all packed
Like sardines against the wall

Same rules apply, the names of certain "teachers" have been altered ever so slightly.