“What have we here laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
No – poems, no less – poems, everybody!
The laddie recons himself a poet!
‘Money gets back
I’m all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
New car, Caviar,
Four star daydream
twinkle by me
A football team’
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
(smack!)
Get on with your work!
Repeat after me:
An acre is the area of a rectangle whois legs ….