“So you guys like poems, huh? Well Wolverine taught me one. Let me just think for a minute how it goes . . oh right . . yeah . . I got it. Hickery dickery dock, some chick was suckin’ my-“
“SCOTT!!”
“Oh hey, Professor X. What’s up? I was just telling these guys this poem that-“
“That’s not a poem Scott. It’s a limerick.”
“But it rhymes and all. Doesn’t that make it a poem?”
“No. Definitely not. Poetry is about artistic expression. It’s purpose is to explore the deeper truths of human nature and understanding. That limerick Logan taught you is just . . vile.”
“But it’s expressing a human truth. See it’s about this chick who-“
“I know what it’s about Scott. Logan insists on teaching to all the new students every year. I can tell you with certainty that it is completly inappropriate for a family friendly forum such as this. Now then, do you know any real poems?”
“Well . . there was the one about Jack and Jill going up the hill. The fall down and then the dog Rover-“
“No! Forget it. No more poetry! Just go read a comic book or something.”