The School ADT looked out
At the students’ queuin’
At the end of every term
All the coursework’s due in.
Surely, thought the goodly bloke,
There’s a better process?
When a bright thought hit him hard
He’d sort out the whole mess!
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"Hither, colleagues, stand by me
Here’s my thought in outline:
Yonder process, what the F***?
Why don’t we do it on-line?"
"Yes”, said many, straight away
Thinking of the savings
Off they went to plan the job and
Quell the AD’s ravings.
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"Mark my guidance, good my friends
Use it very boldly
Thou shall find thy colleagues’ rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In their mentors’ steps they trod
Feeling sometimes rebuffed
‘Til they met an awkward sod
And told him to get stuffed!
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Therefore, Colleagues, all be sure
Quills or rank possessing
Ye, who now will use on-line
Shall yourselves find blessing.
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