My dad came into my room the other day talking about nonsense and then started talking about xanadu, which is a poem.
dad: it’s like xanadu!
me: dad i don’t know what that is
dad: it’s a poem! aren’t you an english major?
me: i am, but i’ve never heard of that poem.
(at this point my dad started to leave my room)
me: dad can you shut my door?
dad: only xanadu can shut your door.
10 minutes later my dad returned with a printed out copy of the poem, xanadu.
dad: there will be a quiz in the morning.