That poem was reminiscent of a stand-up comedian's routine, complete with a live audience snickering in the background as the poet's descriptions escalate.
When Winch first opened the floor to questions from students, not many were forthcoming. Thinking the session was ending, the poet teasingly warned the students not to forget to throw out their trash after getting refreshments, a nod to the garbage gods he described earlier.
But suddenly, someone did pose a question, and then others raised their hands. The class spilled over into the next period by 20 minutes.
