Death Comes as a Master from Academia, by Colin James

                              Surprisingly my nemesis

                              was substantially larger than me

                              and quite a bit younger.

                              I managed to distract him

                              with an ambiguous question.

                              Far be it me to throttle someone

                              when their back is turned.

                              I hit him straight on violently.

                              To divert blame I had designed a lettered

                              sweater always open at the neck,

                              compensating for a particularly thorough

                              good hiding at someone else’s convenience.

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