A Freudian mishearing:

Our 6th grader has been doing a unit on poetry, including having to write poems in the style of Walt Whitman. I find this degrading to Whitman: when they study da Vinci, are they supposed to do oil paintings in the style of da Vinci? No, apparently writing like Whitman is something that any 6th grader can do. Jeez.

Anyway, my son started to tell me about a poem a friend of his wrote as an assignment. My son said: So-and-so’s “Song of Myself Poem.” I heard: “Song of My Cell Phone.”

I telephone myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every ring tone belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

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