Some parents in Backroads liked conferences a lot
But Val Thevictorian, sadly,
Ol' Val needed me-time, for writin' and readin'
Not chattin', not waitin' for the fast-food feedin'.
She preferred to be sitting in her basement lair
In the glow of her monitor, nary a care.
A most scathingly brilliant idea took shape
In Val's odd steel-trap mind wound with silver duct tape.
"I know just what I'll do," Ol' Val chortled with glee.
"To keep up with my writing that's all about ME!
I can't do it at school with computer or pen.
Stealing time from my students? I'll not teach again!
All I need is to time-shift," Ol' Val said aloud.
"Since I can't be two places at once, and that crowd
Demands to see syllabi, and teachers, and rooms...
I will be there in person and mind, and not doomed
To while away hours, thinking what might have been.
I'll just type it up now, and I'll publish it then."
No promises made she of quality writin'.
Like casting a line when the fish are a-bitin',
Sometimes you can catch large-mouth, sometimes you'll catch perch.
Wasn't this better than being left in the lurch?