SLAM: MATHS EXAM
I don't wonder you're feeling bad.
It's cos you're scared to tell your dad
that your maths mark is downright sad.
It really isn't all that hard.
But a decent grade you've never scored.
Don't all these re-sits make you bored?
You have to graft you surely see.
To get the points for that degree.
Or, do you think it all comes free?
Your mates have got the message.
The studies they have to manage
to build essential knowledge.
You just don't work, that's quite clear.
To make an effort is what you fear.
Your life of privilege shows up here.
The marks you get could not be worse.
Why did they let you on the course?
Was it the size of your family's purse?
Last week you missed revision class;
it was put on to help you pass.
It was the chance you shouldn't miss.
And why are you always late?
You know the others have to wait.
The waste of time they really hate.
This is a place of higher education,
we must keep up our reputation
but eyebrows raise in consternation.
Let's take a look at your situation.
You clearly can't do multiplication
and that's a major restriction.
You never learnt your times-tables
and this is one of your troubles;
all further maths it disables.
I ask you what is four times eight
then on your fingers you calculate.
Just how long must we wait.
You say the answer's twenty four.
Perhaps you try just once more.
There's another eight to explore.
You really shouldn't use finger count.
If the times-tables you had learnt
you would answer in an instant.
This comes down to early education
that surely is the explanation.
You simply have a poor foundation.
That private school that was so posh
and cost your dad a heap of dosh
now seems it was a load of tosh.
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