Poem :: Chemistry

Chemistry is the study of gentlemen 
Until I met this beast who proclaimed he was one

Brown greasy coat merged into the beard with
Two streaks of white extend his crooked teeth
One claw held a cold soggy peach 
The other, a chalk hung like cigarette 
Amongst Bunsen burners and pipettes
He believed all was harmless jest

A tiny speck of respect vanished
As the joke was told
"Untie the Boongs loose to run amok 
Armed with pitiful blunted forks
At the school's pocked marked grounds
Arrows shoot them down 
They can cower behind the old pine tree"
I no longer take chemistry