Clerihews

Mister Fidler
Hes an agent of real estate
But we all know that aint his true fate.
He belongs in the recording booth
Where he can really spit the truth.
Cause his name is Mister Fidler
Hes a literature practitioner.
His barsll hit you like an asteroid
And the squad will agree: That's a factoid!

D. Wells
His name is D. Wells,
A physics genius, in a nutshell
Theres some equipment he breaks,
His tests are no cupcake.
Though he writes a long test
Hes never a pest
Spending time with him, you need to sign a waiver,
Last time we made a blue flash by smashing life-savers.

Mr. Weinstein
Your name is Mr. Weinstein,
You make us write, but youre not that mean.
Poem here, mind map there, You need to bleed on paper
So much creativity, hopefully youre not a tough grader.
Try and get us to write,
We all know thats a hell of a fight
At least you dont make us wanna run away
(I mean you are grading all our college essays).