A poem containing as man ingenious rhymes as possible
Oh Mister Gove, how quick and slick you are
To spot the rot in things curricular,
While we dull dotes, despite our folly, see
The light of your epistemology
And, following your lead, are led, agog,
To pastures new by you, our pedagogue
And paradigm, our new-found Socrates
And rising star of stalwart stock, at ease
With scholarship; the rod of God you are,
A club to clobber all things modular
And cull the curse of course work – substitute
Outdated grades with points, and snub till mute
The protests of the proletariat;
Oh prince of prose who knows just where we’re at
And how the road ahead might undulate
Progress us all we pray from one to eight.
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