Erik posted about a literary hoax over at his site in this post which had me recalling a similar bit of fun that took place when I was a younger pup.
Many moons ago, in my sister's graduating class was a student I'll call Jim. Jim, my sister and the rest of the student body loathed the principal who I'll call Joanne. Joanne seemed to have one purpose and that was to run her school with an iron heart and a personality devoid of warmth.
Jim was a straight A student, in several clubs and yearbook editor as well. He was one of those all round great guys everyone seemed to like. He hatched and executed a plot securing himself local hero status among student bodies in the district for years to come.
Joanne involved herself in all aspects of student life and liked to keep her wary eye on everyone. All yearbook submissions had to be run by her for approval before publication. A poem looking back lovingly on school days penned by Jim passed muster and went to publication.
Just before it did, Jim did a little rearranging causing the poem to read like this down one side:
This didn't do much to lighten Joanne's disposition but it did briefly shift the balance of power in TinyTown.
Ah, school days.
Happy New Year. Or is it?
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