Greetings, Cooleagues!
Yes, it's true; the cooler weather is setting in, and the inclination is to gather round the warm blasts of air emitted by the photocopier before we go back to our offices to doze under our serapes (this being Hispanic Heritage Month : ) ), but "No!" I say! Let's get on our feet, cast a backward glance to thin, blond Nancy Sinatra and gruff, mustachioed Lee Hazlewood (you can be whichever one you want), and begin to stomp our way back to circulatory health, as I present this month's foolishness, which I call... "Shirts!"
Let me tell you I have something for you,
Something I call cool, and hope you'll agree;
You've surely known that this song was due soon
Now it's time once more to be eleemosynary.
These shirts are made for wearin', and that's just what we'll do
Come Friday these shirts are gonna' raise a buck or two.
You keep writin' when you're seein' wrong-uns
And you keep markin' fragments that end too soon;
You keep stressin' that run-ons can't keep comin'
But that won't stop me singin' this monthly tune.
These shirts are made for wearin', and that's just what we'll do
Come Friday these shirts are gonna' raise a buck or two.
You've been givin' all these times that I've been askin'
and you've kept thinkin' that I'm sure to quit.
Ha!
As long as we've got needy students, yeah,
You must know I'll return to my pulpit.
That's why these shirts are made for wearin', and that's just what we’ll do
Come Friday these shirts are gonna' raise a buck or two.
Are you ready, cooleagues? Start wearin'!
There now; don't you feel better? Told ya!
Ruthie
All info regarding my request that you give $2.00 to Dawn this Friday may be found c/o this link.
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