To sir, with love..

Perhaps the most effective utilisation of time spent in a CS110 class in all history gave rise to the following:

Of all the cows in barley farms,
Of all the rum and beer,
Of all the bees that fly in swarms,
Of wombats far and near,

Of Chesire cats and Jerry mice,
Of dogs and big bad wolves,
Of superheroes bad and nice,
Of giants, dwarves and elves,

Of wild streams that flow smooth and swift,
Of towering redwood trees,
Of leaves that in the west wind drift,
Of mountains, raging seas,

Of the pits of doom, of the hounds of hell,
Of the darkest desires of men,
Of treachery, arson, vile despots,
Of neverending tales of woe,
Of demons that roam the lands of nether,
Of evil dragon lords,

Of all the 'of's from my pen,
Of Deans, all honourable men,
Why, oh why, I ask again,
Why CS110?!
(to be read "CS one-ten" for sake of rhyme and meter, speaking of which, if they seem to be absent at a few spots, thats due to lack of sufficient consciousness.)
     
               -by the ubiquitous roommate and myself, bored to the deepest chasms of the wettest oceans.

And if my topics seem too repetitive, trust me, its only because frequency in this case happens to be a linear indicator of severity.