Mike Edwards had himself a pencil.
Weighed about forty pound.
Every time Mike Edwards drew a squiggly edit mark
Drove his pencil two inches in the ground,
Drove his pencil two inches in the ground.
Mike Edwards’s blog was named Vitia.
The logo looked the same upside down.
He’d sharpen up his pencil on both of its ends.
Called his pencil “Vitia” too, for the sound,
Called his pencil “Vitia” too, for the sound.
Mike Edwards’s Dean, Captain Tommy
Had a squared-away drive to succeed.
Loved Mike Edwards like his only blessed son.
Said, “I’ll get you any funding that you need,”
Said “I’ll get you any funding that you need.”
PDS salesman said to Captain Tommy,
“I think your students might try to plagiarize.
Let me tell you ’bout a tool that’ll help enforce the rule,
And catch those cheaters by surprise,
It’ll catch those cheaters by surprise.”
Mike Edwards said to Captain Tommy
“TurnItIn.com appropriates the value of student writing for the sake of its own profits, while at the same time criminalizing students for the very same practice.
I’d rather die with my pencil in my hand,
Die with my pencil in my hand.”
Mike Edwards sharpened up “Vitia.”
The salesman logged himself in.
And he set two even stacks of papers on his desk.
Said, “The dean’ll grant you tenure if you win,
Dean’ll grant you tenure if you win.”
The Ballad of Mike Edwards and the PDS (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog)