O spurious tutor you say that you prefer
Pretty pictures, not diagrams, to illustrate
Complex words. Well that's all fine and well my good sir.
But your ' noble' intentions make me so irate.
O why do you have to be so patronising?
When I look at you; the lights are on but no one
Is at home, if you get me drift good sir. The thing
Is your way out of your depth, as you're a moron!
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