Each morning at school we knew who’d arrived:
A good night behind him and fully revived!
One look from that face and we’d shake in our shoes –
And even a glance could mean truly bad news.
Excuses? Not wanted and neither were lies.
A mathematics teacher and the devil disguised.
Late for his lessons? Oh no – quite absurd!
Excuses for lateness would never be heard.
Peace reigned supremely. We did well in our tests
For Monster, our teacher, drew from us our best.
In a world short of work, should we give him our thanks?
Well, without Monster Maths there’d be nowt in our banks.
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Has Mr Monster Maths met MISS MONSTER? Perhaps they're a perfect match for each other.