February 20th…“WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER AS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT?”
POEM – “M. A. T. H. = Mental Abuse To Humans” by N. Elliott Noorlun
To this very day, I still quiver in my boots,
To even think of trying, To find them square roots.
And even in, My teenage eye, I’d shudder to think, Of finding Pi.
In my math frustration, Of me oh my why!!??
There never was ever, A simple equation,
That didn’t send me, To a drink libation.
I’d pull my hair, And chew my nails,
Fret for hours, And make up tales.
I’m glad for those folks, The gifted few,
Who can easily add, Past two plus two.
I’ll just keep counting, Fingers and toes,
Cause beyond that, Oh who the heck knows????