Power ballad in a convex mirror.

My lectures lost their steam over time,

but Snooki said it best in her podcast:

‘A duel gets increasingly formal

up until the last exchange of fire.’

Once my frontyard sparrows and frontyard wrens

became Tuscan sparrows and Tuscan wrens,

I was publishable! No stepping back

once I put that ointment on that old itch.

All lectures die the moment you say, ‘Now,

turn to page’ whatever. Whatever page,

I was by the window looking out for

the AuCoq car with its AuCoq chicken.

Finding out that people care would be like

finding out the moon runs on Chevron Oil.

Surprising, but then maybe worth noting

I was paraphrasing the quote from Snooki.