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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

Math Class

Ana Mouser sacajawea

You have no idea of how much I love math.

How much I enjoy a teacher’s wrath.

When I did all the wrong problems.

But I say that’s OK, I just love to solve them!

I have happy salutations

For lovely systems of equations

That take up a whole page,

And yet, the answer’s nowhere in the gauge!

Oh pi! Oh pi!

Of Joy, I nearly die!

When I get to look

at its gorgeous digits that don’t fit in a book

And my hands yank my hair

For Joy I cannot bare,

When the sine of trigonometry

Is integrated in my geometry!

Oh love for the confusing textbooks I’ve read!

I’m so happy, I shall scream off my head!

Oh please! Oh please! I beg you!

Don’t make me get on my knees!

Let me have one more passage to read

Of that mixed-up book that gives me no information I need.

That doesn’t get to the point,

That makes only aching joints,

Oh there insane numbers just I adore,

Oh please, let me go to math, just once more!