THE LECTURE
A flourish here, could be told,
in five less sentences than you've spoken.
The capitals are things we've learned,
we've moved on since kindergarten.
A simple answer will sufice,
for none will use this living.
And lecturing till we're all dead
will get you no good rating.
The point of this short, sweet poem is really quite straight forward.
Don't lecture just to here your voice for all will soon be bored.
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