Meet Mr. Molano

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Meet Mister Molano
My strict Physics teacher
He didn’t carry any book
When he lectured us about Physics
They all came from his head
Very clever, no messing about
He wanted us to pay attention
To every word he uttered
So we’d have good grades
But if we got a zero
He’d hand the paper back to us
Very cautiously, as if it was an egg
And everybody knew what we had
And if we were good, he’d tell us so
Look at her, she’s a Lopez
I had her father and brother, too
They’ve all had it in them, well done!

For: Lecture

Other “lecture” posts:
Lamont Discourses on Feathers
https://michaelnarssi.wordpress.com/2018/02/12/humbly-i-brag/
https://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/chemistry-groan/
https://impossiblebebong.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/lecture/
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/ramblings-of-a-beautiful-mind-2/

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