Academic Probation

The Prof was a lecturing rat,
The wolf was a trust-funded brat,
An upcoming star,
In the league he'd go far,
But off of the field, he fell flat,

A student imprudent with nerve,
The rat often dreamed he deserved,
Some one-on-one time,
With the cheeky lupine,
To have fun befitting [i]his[/i] curve,

The wolf was just aiming to pass—
The rat enjoyed eyeing his ass—
But amid his address,
The Prof saw his distress,
And asked him to stay after class,

He told him to loosen his belt,
Stay still as he fondled and felt,
The Prof held him firm,
And so eager to learn,
The wolf whimpered and whined as he knelt,

He learned a long lesson that day,
His grades rose—again he could play.
And when practice was off,
He dropped by his Prof,
And turned his "D" into an "A."