Hello. Good day, good sirs.
How do you do.
I have with me my resumé,
A poem I’ll perform for you,
I’ve also brought my ukulele,
A stress ball and a hip flask, too.
(Just in case). In case of what?
A case of what? I’m glad you ask.
A case that’s very clinical indeed:
I’ve read the whole of War and Peace;
I also know what alliteration is.
[an awed gasp]
Impressive, yes, I am aware
I am the candidate you seek.
Depression’s mild, panic attacks rare –
PTSD, but just a dot.
(War and Peace did take its toll)
I write prose, poetry and plays –
Well, just the classics – Brontë, Orwell,
Had a recent E. L. James phase.
Yessir, all shades of grey in this bleak world.
What did you think?
A masterpiece of modern literature that both marvelled and disturbed.
[upon much contemplation]
Although you certainly have… an eccentricity,
We feel that your application
As… unique and bold as it is,
Does not quite live up to the expectation
Of a student apt enough to bear the pressure of our course.
And above all –
Allow me to correct the errors of your discourse.
Mister-Sir-Professor, you are about to suffer a loss of great extent –
For goodness’ sake, you bearded snob –
Just listen and you shall see:
Please leave the room.
“Good day, good sirs – ”
Am a notorious womanizer currently residing at Oxford university named Carter. Joking, I have no life and I’ve been rejected because apparently I wasn’t ‘flexible enough in thought’ which I’m still very bitter about and use as poem inspiration amongst sex, my imaginary career in womanizing and soppy things.
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