Ode to the Teacher of Math
Oh Teacher of math,
you need to take a bath;
you have a musky old smell,
that makes you class worse than hell.
Oh teacher of math,
you can't teach the class;
your own problems, you get wrong!
how can I pass this class?
Oh teacher of math,
you really tic me off;
you kick me out of class,
because I had a little cough.
Oh teacher of math,
you're as bad as they all say;
you can't count to 10,
what else can I say!
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