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Poetry
Wednesday, 30 July 2003
The Wrath Of Math...
Icky poo I'd rather die,
than add, subtract, or multiply.
Oh no. Oh no. It's time for math,
my teacher's going to grade my graph.
Help me, help me. Oh, it's too late,
I guess it's time to meet my fate.
"Wake up. Wake up. You're running behind,
and I'm abotu to loose my mind."
What, what, it's only a dream?
Good, good, I was abotu to scream.
Thanks Mom, you saved me from a horrible disaster.
"That's nice Dear, try to be faster.
Come on now we have to go,
get a move on, go with the flow.
Come on, it's time to add and subtract,
it's time for math and that's a fact!!"
AAAAHHH!!!!!

-Anonamyis copywright

Posted by poetry/theancients at 2:04 PM
Updated: Wednesday, 30 July 2003 3:18 PM
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