Schooldays are meant to be the happiest days of your life, right?
Some parts were ok, I suppose, but not all of it was enjoyable. Enjoyable or not, however, this week's Poetry Bus challenge, as set by Karen here is all about school. You can also click on the link to see what others came up with.
I chose to write about my least favorite lesson.
Of all of my lessons, the worst one,
Was Maths, Monday morning, the first one.
Those Equations and Pi
And sine x and log y,
Made teenage existence a cursed one.
The teacher kept taking me through it
Showed me how to break down and construe it
Oh, BODMAS and FOIL
They made my blood boil
To this day, I can't bloody well do it!
The teacher, she thought me a duffer.
I didn't know enough stuff to bluff 'er.
She would call out my name
And put me to shame.
How I wanted to shoot 'er and stuff 'er!
Exam day came round and I blew it.
So fed up, that I simply slept through it.
Now Maths, I may lack
But it's not held me back,
'Cos I get the computer to do it!