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This poetry is literally the only thing that was accomplished in our 9th grade Honors Geometry class, and the only thing that kept us from stabbing ourselves in the neck with protractors from the sheer boredom and lack of understanding. Enjoy.
 

THE NASTY FALL OF BOREDOM

Geometry is so boring

I sit here, eyes closed and snoring,

My mind is so lost,

Confusion the cost,

I may just fall off my chair through the flooring

-LML

 

WHEN BAGUETTES ATTACK

Oh math, what a bore

Please show me the door

Geometry what a strain

It puts on my brain

How long will it last?

For Im fading fast

Please pass me the baguette

And strike Price sur la tête!

-CAG

 

CLUELESSNESS IN C MINOR

Oh, Mrs. Price, why are you so clue-less?

You scribble and make overheads a mess,

Time ticks by,

As we sit and sigh, (Especially Cy!)

We really could not care much less!

-LML

 

THE LAUGH THAT WAS HEARD

I sat in math one day

Bored as I ever could be

Fall asleep I just may

If it was not for he

Ahead of me sat Cy

The one who laughed too loud

There was no way to lie

For he was the one called cloud (MUAHAHA!!!!)

Lisa and I talked and joked

Cy couldnt help but hear

And a laugh from him we provoked

But at the front of the class she did leer

For heard him laugh she did

He turned but it was too late

An evil stare came amid

The math scheduled for this date

CYRUS! she yelled so loud

Not even noticing us

We remained part of the crowd

The crowd who was drawn to the fuss

He got in trouble a lot

It made him seem like a nerd

And we were punished not

For his was the laugh that was heard

-KEL

 

AWAY

We are moved so far apart

It really breaks my heart

We cant pass notes

Or share inside jokes

And it wont even help me be smart!

-KEL

 

WAITING FOR 2:40

The time passes so very slow

And we have no place to go

Stuck for an hour

Its so very sour

I really think its time for a POSE

-KEL

 

KATRY'S LOVELY MASTERPIECE

One day I sat in geometry

Awaiting the torture to come to me

When a wise thought came into my head

Why am I here when I should be in bed?

When I'm all grown up in a house of my own

Will I need this math when I'm wise and grown?

Then a magician popped out of the sky

A bunny he removed from his hat with a cry

Damn bunny! he shouted, holding his ear

The bunny had bit him, this was quite clear.

Examine this bite mark the bunny has made.

As I saw the blood, my vision did fade

I fell to the carpeted floor with a crash

Then I sat up, dizzied from the bash

I looked around, only to see

I was inside a store and the cashier was me!

A woman approached me, a shirt in her hand

The color was blue, but otherwise bland

The woman appointed me quite a strange task

She had a rather strange question to ask:

Prove to me that this shirt is blue.

To this I replied, What the heck's wrong with you?!

She pushed me into the darkness once more

And I found that I had just opened a door

Inside the door was only outside

There stood a lamp post, with me to the side

Then up to me rode Biker Boy Bort

He ran his hands through his hair, just for sport

The boy full of hubris then fell off his bike

I couldn't do anything but laugh at the tyke

Enraged, Bort furiously asked me:

What is the length your shadow might be?

I noticed the street sign which said 5th and Main,

And to Bort all I said was, You must be insane!

I sighed as I fell into nothing but black

Whats going on? My brain I did rack.

I was then on an island, there sat *gasp* Mrs. Price!

She also had a question, most likely not nice.

"If you are able to pass this one final test,

My evil math minions will allow you to rest."

I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye:

She said, "Please, to the ninth digit, recite pi."

I closed my eyes and hoped to be right,

So I wouldnt be tortured with math through the night.

3.141592654! said I,

The teacher looked up with a tear in her eye.

Wake up! she repeated again and again.

Why she said this, I did not know just then.

Until I awoke, my head on my desk

It seems that in class I had taken a rest.

All eyes were on me, and one evil stare

A stare from those eyes, I just could not bear

So right then I fainted, fell right off my chair.

-KEL

 

The Ballad of Pegga Wegga

(Insert bongos) Oh Pegga my Wegga! Our fateful trip is done! (bongos) The trip is over, the nannies won (bongos) Now we rest us safe on land, the contracts marriaged, the nannies in hand (bongos) oh pegga my wegga! Now we are safe (bongos) Oh sailor! my bob! HUH???? Oh Pegga! My Wegga! The poem is done! (bongos)

-KEL 

(snapping from amazed audience)

 


Yes, we do realize we're insane. And you're reading poetry about math. What does that say about you?