There once was a scholar named Professor Green,
Whose lectures were wild, and often unseen.
With science in hand and a notebook so wide,
He thought he’d enhance his thoughts with some pride.
One morning he puffed on a magical flower,
Dreaming of theories that could take him to power.
With eyes like two saucers, he strolled to his class,
Thinking, “Today, I’ll enlighten the masses with sass!”
He entered the room with a confident grin,
“Let’s talk about atoms, where shall we begin?”
But his words came out jumbled, a tangled mess twine,
As he lectured on Schrödinger’s cat, but with wine.
The students were giggling, a raucous delight,
As he wandered through quantum with sheer, gleeful fright.
“Now if we look closely, at Pluto and Mars,”
He pointed to nothing—just chalk and the stars.
With a wave of his hand, he declared, “There’s no doubt,
The universe dances! Just check it out!”
But his theory of fungus was hardly on point,
Yet the class ate it up like a good weed joint.
As bell rang for dismissal, they all stood and cheered,
“Three cheers for the professor, who’s truly revered!”
For knowledge he spread was a dope kind of charm,
And math problems vanished, like clouds in the calm.
So if you’re a professor, and need some good buzz,
Remember dear Green, and the joy of his fuzz.
Just pack up your knowledge, and take it on high,
Who knows what great lessons could come from the sky?
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