There was a teacher, who lived in Arima,
Who had so many students he didn’t know what to stew.
He took the attendance when they were attentive and gave assignments without assigning.
He teaches while he stitches and eats while leaching.
He pops quizzes that always squeezes.
His essays turn you into pieces.
In presentations he persists beyond your wildness deeds,
He rewards failures that lead to fainting.
Oh for the faint he will not refrain, their faith he will surely reframe.
Fable is his sable,
Your struggle with him will never stumble.
He will never humble, he will always grumble.
Faultless is his structure weakness he will never faultier,
Perfection is just his frontier.
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