Dear Saint Thomas,
Help me please,
With Medians and Frequencies,
Sham Credentials and Degrees.
Norms and Tendencies appear
To be less clutter-proof this year,
And Lesson-Plans are techni-clear.
Great Aquinas, hear my cry,
Nor let my laughter buried lie
Beneath Techniques and Syllabi!
And lest, perchance, you should conclude
That care-worn teachers all are rude,
Pardon, please, if I intrude.
Beside a glory-vibrant stall
We have met before. Recall?
Two dumb beasts who shared it all.