Professor Strokey-Beardey's Lunchtime Wander

Professor Strokey-Beardey is walking the pier
With a pebble aching in his head
And worries rattling in the sole of his Hush Puppy

He holds his hands behind his back
He is a thinker
The posture came with the jacket (corduroy)
Grew with the beard (graying)
Balded with the patch (shining)
Smoked with the pipe (ceci n'est pas)

The University shines in the distance
And he drags his feet.

His mind has been blank for 4 years now and
He is scared.

Really.