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Now, the translation, so you'll think I'm as clever as I do.
To clarify, my highschool Trigonometry class was during fifth
period, a digestive time, but not for math. Fifth Period Was After Lunch Ghost words taunting: This is integral; You'll need it later. But my thoughts took a tangent, Those years ago, As they do now, And I see "CAN'T", Flashing in neon, Knowing I'm having a[n] Trigonometric Identity crisis. The only sign I see Is negative. I've been tricked again By my arc[h] nemesis, But at least I, Radical math poet, Can complain In verse. 7:45 pm, 2/9/98 With a nod to Mr. Mostoller, my college calculus instructor, for the final pun. Copyright 1998 by Sharon J. Cichelli |
