I came across this poem which I wrote 2 years ago after attending a Professional Development course over two days. Suffice to say that I was impressed with the THRASS message:
I came here thinking that I was the master of my tongue<o:p></o:p>
I'd learned my native sounds - all 26, when I was young<o:p></o:p>
But here I sit �?gob-smacked for sure - I now know just how crass<o:p></o:p>
My learning was - when as a pup - I was denied my THRASS<o:p></o:p>
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I've spent my life in teaching - dabbled daily with my verse<o:p></o:p>
And yet in work - and all I do - my spelling is a curse<o:p></o:p>
I'm not quite certain yet, how I, shall take my next word class<o:p></o:p>
But let me firmly say, that first, I'll sit them on their THRASS!
regards to all,
John<o:p></o:p>