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Each morning at school we knew who’d arrived -

A good night behind him and fully revived!

    One look from that face and we’d shake in our shoes –

    And even a glance could mean truly bad news.

 

Excuses?  Not wanted and neither were lies.

A mathematics teacher and the devil disguised.

    Late for his lessons?  Oh no – quite absurd!

    Excuses for lateness would never be heard.

 

Peace reigned supremely.  We did well in our tests

For Monster, our teacher, drew from us our best.

    In a world short of work, should we give him our thanks?

    Well without Monster Maths there’d be nowt in our banks.

 

 

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