Member Poem

Let me replay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase.
It entails a Chemistry session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task.
As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too.
Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum!
I’ll begin with a chemistry prep that was doomed from the very get go.
It’s was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire.
From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes , to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore.
Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, they couldn’t care less,  they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink.
For all my precision I seemed a right goof, risible maximum brownie point fetish.
My beautiful dreamer sidekick who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon  at large.
That accident-prone other pal
would be every insurers worst nightmare.
Nearby class  mates could barely restrain widespread mirth at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch.
Poor teacher in charge had  a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked.
“I wonder what next can go wrong.”
“Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.”
This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.”
After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made this ginormous grand gesture.
“Let’s put this daft  jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.”
“On a one page report say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.”
“For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown
up my whole group.”
On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term,
which seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn.
We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is!