Brainwashing a Greenhorn In My College Den

I dubbed a first year my room mate Upon arrival into our teacher training college To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate Taking him at high celerity on a binge Initiating him into traditional beer In a nearby shanty compound Where I got his head into God’s fear Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around The special welcome made him the follower I desired Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower Than he aspired but higher than he perspired I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance As best as I could Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance That would Not upstage Special Whom he soon began to emulate With artificial Manners to dissimulate The nascent confidence he feared might offend me If he grew overconfident More than I could agree If he became less diffident But he played the good boy Obedient like a lapdog Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy Like a contented warthog When my training petered out Satisfaction smiled In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.