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When the teacher stands and says

"Recite your Shakespeare

(Or Oedipus)."

And with solum face your

Classmates rise

And mumble the love poem "her eyes"

or droll forth their rendition

Of poets expounding on perdition.

It is painful for everyone.

Though the teacher says

"Well done!"

you must admit it is hard to bare

Ben Gottfried's great poem 'polar'

And T.S. Eliot is no treat

When they get hold of his poetry.

Still, reading in the classroom has a perk,

Someone will always realize

That Romeo's a jerk.