Teacher:
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
[classmates laughs]
Teacher:
The laddie reckons himself a poet!
[reads poem from Pink's little black book]
Teacher:
"Money, get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four-star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team."
[slams the book onto Pink's desk]
Teacher:
Absolute rubbish, laddie.
[whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink]
Teacher:
Get on with your work.
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