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Gunnoe

An algebra teacher of mine named Gunnoe
Sometimes tippled and was often a no-show
A clever fellow he
Was laid back as could be
When they fired him he had nowhere else to go.

written October 26, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

October 28, 2021 at 9:22 PM

Loving your end rhymes Hank

L Milton Hankins

October 29, 2021 at 9:55 AM

Thank you, Caren. You can borrow them, if you like.

Gershon Wolf

October 28, 2021 at 6:02 PM

Gunnoe is a name, as you've taught me. I have to laugh. (Obviously I'm not a French Hugenot type). I equated it with 'Dumbo' at first. Oh, well. So much for my 'name recognition.' lol. ~ gw

L Milton Hankins

October 28, 2021 at 6:24 PM

Oh well, what can I say? His first name was even more obscure. I've only heard on it once in my life, but I dare not share it publicly...I'd probably get sued! LOL

Joseph P. DiMino

October 27, 2021 at 5:56 AM

Unless related to something of substance, sounds like he was as empty as his numbers and signs. Good one, Milt. Great message!

L Milton Hankins

October 27, 2021 at 9:06 AM

He was definitely vacant! Thanks for your read, Joe.

Delice Arleen Skelly

October 27, 2021 at 2:10 AM

Just the kind of algebra teacher that would appeal to me, pity he was fired. lol...Delice

L Milton Hankins

October 27, 2021 at 9:11 AM

Oh, that part was fiction. Delice, we had his number. We had a system set up where he would give us the answers to the problems on the tests. Actually, he was brilliant, but he was always tired and sleepy. I can remember learning only one theorem...the first one.