Poetic Justice

E-mail to brother at 1:23 P.M. after 2 nauseating sessions with students:

I have a problem with some of my students.
When they stink/have B.O., it makes me want to gag.
What to do?

I think you should write a haiku for me...

At 1:28 P.M., brother responds:

Teenage Gross Odor
Raging Hormones Reek Pheromones
I want to vomit.


Buy Deodorant
I don't need to smell your funk
In fact, here's a buck.

Too awesome. My brother totally rules!