Such a Sorry Case

I wonder if Professor Hotness gives points for creativity. See, I’ve been thinking that this essay I wrote about my relationship with my mother as I’m becoming an adult is too cliché. Considering that my last essay was about my dealings with the morons in charge at Hunter with regard to the stupid Nazi sign, I need to start writing about fun topics. Like body parts. And since I’m getting a little bored with my style, I am going to open my mind and express my ideas in poetry.

My Rotund Rear

I’ve been told that what’s behind
is behind and to look to the future
for new ideas.
But why bother, when what’s behind me
Is a voluptuously rotund rear?

Okay, so maybe that’s just a fantasy of mine (to have a voluptuously rotund rear), but hey--I can use poetic license.