A little rhyming poem thingy that came to mind while pondering the wrinkles on my literature teachers forehead
Why does that wrinkle wave about?
It happens mostly when you shout,
And what about your ruddy hue?
Suitably perturbed are you,
Have you sewn your tie to your trousers, sir?
It seems to us a tad obscure,
Surely we frustrate you,
But know: we do not hate you.