Heavy droplets;
Land on my math set;
I'd never understand Set;
With all its ringlets.

And then, Algebra;
To me it's a cobra;
'It's the best this era';
Is my teacher's mantra.

Oh, Algorithm;
That one's just a bad dream;
Which makes me want to scream;
'I only find solace in rhythm'.

The worst one yet, Equation;
Finding x and y;
Makes me want to ask why;
Math is part of education.

I'd say I prefer lyrics;
If poem be used;
And rhyme and rhythm be fussed;
Maybe then would I love Mathematics.













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