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 quiver in me boots,
To even THINK of trying,
To find them durn square roots.
And even in, My teenage eye,
I’d shudder to think, Of finding Pi.
There never was ever, A simple equation,
That didn’t send me,
To drink libation (of Pepsi, that is).
I’d pull my hair, And chew my nails,
Fret for hours, And make up tales.
I’m glad for folks, The gifted few,
Who can easily add, Past two plus two.
I’ll just keep counting, Fingers and toes,
Cause beyond that, Who the heck knows????