Ravishing, truly raging–
Etched in heart aching,
Drenched in salty tears falling.
crappy doodles and sloppy notes
when you chanced upon that one man,
keep him and hold tight his hand.
he might fly, he might be gone
and it’s a sorrow if he goes down.
but what more can you say or do
when he’s decided to go?
goodbye? farewell? adieu?
or just a sincere i love you
splish splash you take a bath
before you face the dreaded math
cold water to lessen the wrath
1, 2, 3… you start counting the lath.
slay the monster named math
the school becomes your warpath
if you fail, they tag you sociopath
even calling you a psychopath!
i hate you, math!
you scream, shout aloud!
but then that is not allowed
detention you have been avowed
just because of a monster named math.
look, there goes miss caroline.
listen to her long loud whine
as she holds tight a glass of cheap wine.
blabbering like an old fat swine
only to be slaughtered next in line.
next she does is sip, slip, and slide
as people around her stare in sublime.
she takes her shoe and puts on a smile
then exits the room asking for some dime.
oh what a shame, miss caroline.
what have you done with your time?
she speaks soft as if a pantomime,
“i have yet to love a man in springtime
and it’s sad longing for a man i can call mine.”