Every semester, I have to fill out a form for my part-time night job at UNLV to advise them of my availability for the next semester. The form has a box at the bottom for comments. A while ago, I randomly filled it in with “I like pie,” an inside joke my daughter and I had (responding to any such request for feedback with the bland statement, “I like pie”).
The semester after that, I filled it in with a tough clue from a crossword puzzle I was working on, asking for help. The department secretary emailed me later that day with the answer.
Since then, I’ve tried to put increasingly silly things there. For the last two semesters, I’ve used that space to compose brief medieval legends about Sir Huston, a crusading itinerant knight who sets out on quests against illiteracy and substandard compositional skills at the behest of the royal goddesses of Castle English (my supervisors, of course–a little sucking up never hurt).
But as I turned in my current form today, I wanted, for some reason, to write a limerick. As my goal with these random scribblings is to amuse, I thought a poem about our budget crisis might be cute. Thus, this:
There once was a teacher named Jamie
Who said, “This is fun, and they pay me!”
Then the government said,
“Work for much less instead.”
He replied, “Oh, your jokes, they just slay me!”