A tradition revisited

For many years I wrote an acrostic goodbye to my outgoing seniors and, since then, I have tried to write a little ditty for every student I have taught. I have not always found the time or energy to piece a poem together, but for my first freshmen crew at Fairfield, I found time to doodle a 24 stanza verse. 

I was fortunate to have the same kids for two semesters, each of us new to our campus. Today, we meet for the last time 

ii. (excerpt)

A sking Emily for insight is fine by me

u see, and that Grammer game, grammatically,

s hades away the cinematography of

t hose scenes which slide forth in a flash (like Charlie,

I also saw my father cry during MASH), but

n ow I whimper at everything, especially

B ecause I’m a foolish imp who tries to hustle,

e gotistically, as an intellectual pimp, you see, but I

g et tongue-tied in silliness like a hyperactive chimp

i n a laboratory of clowns. This must be the improv for

n eophytes until the clock winds each of us down.