The Contract

"Tensor Analysis is not for the squeamish,"
Proudly steamed Professor Beamish.
"Pure math alone is art.
"For physics I don't give a tart."

The seniors squirmed.
The juniors giggled.
Matriculate bottoms wiggled.
And freshmen dropping out like flies
Squinted through their beady eyes.

Dr Beamish donned his glasses.
[Taunt not the coeds on their crevasses.
Bemoan no innocent young lasses.]

Bespectacled Beamish did not hear:
They won't invite him back next year.