Hero's Return, The

In 'hall' he stood, on high, beside the Head,

PETER AUSTIN,And leaking thence, a stink-bomb's fecal gas...To serve his alma mater he's returned.As if upon Parnassus he had gazedDespite his double first, from Merton College,A bogus dog-turd, squatting at his desk,And offers, from all corners of the earth,That accolades, at Oxford, he had earnedTORONTO, CANADABut moues and missiles welcomed him in class,and heard the muses singing. It was saidHands cupped, lips lightly parted, eyes upraised,Graffitied nudes, salaciously grotesque,Yet, apprehending well the latter's worth,

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