Thursday, October 28, 2010

Numeric Torment

Numeric Torment

The worst of my classes
feels like my head's filled with molasses.

All Asians like math?
Yeah right, screw that.
Like all Canucks wear made beaver hats.

Algebra, Factors, fractions galore.
My brain will explode one day, I'm sure.

The torture of trigonometry
is almost as bad as geometry.

Calculate pi?
I'd rather die.

Calculus lurks down the path
I wish I could show it my raging wrath.

Teacher, I bear no ill will
But when I'm sixty
I'll hate this still.

2 comments:

  1. When did you write this?? It RHYMES!!! I can't write rhymes to save my life..
    Haha "made beaver hats".

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  2. I concur...never was good in math!

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