A bright morning day,

With corridors echoing many 'hey',

To their classes they hurried away.

Happy faces and blooming smiles,

Friends gathered from miles,

To learn the lessons in piles.

The loud chattering noises,

Turned to whispering voices,

As the classroom door closes.

In enters the big fat professor,

Ready to teach the numerous processor,

And ready to hear the chorus 'yes sir'.

Noting down the vexing variables triad,

The students happy faces turned sad,

As those numbers made them mad.

As the clock strikes twelve,

The notebooks fly to the shelves,

And out they rush to the places they dwell.

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(04.01.17)