In dearth of competent teachers
For math discipline in fifth grade
For task leader chose the better
She's no practice and was afraid
She's too ardent fully prepares
Like student has tough matters
Alas of math principle unaware
Though no term doesn't mutter
Four operations barely knows
How number's divisible by four
How if it comes to fractions' rows
Or the greater common divisor
Mixed by garlic the ice-cream
Blurred students' so little mind
By large beam of heavy steam
She might have firmly declined
Tough post one should not grasp
He would fail and earn remorse
So exhausted with choking gasp
Rising way and surcharged horse
Sunday November 30,2014
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