I was angry and didn't want to do my math homework, perhaps four years ago.
It still rings true today.
I hate it because it is boring.
I hate it because it is dross.
I have it because it’s the only thing
in my school day to make me so cross.
I hate it because it’s so irksome.
It makes me grumble and sigh.
I hate each and every conundrum
that provokes me to give up and cry.
I hate every scribble and symbol;
hate them with all of my might!
They confuse me so—It’s not simple!
Oh, please, get it out of my sight!
It knows what I don’t,
yet expects me to get it.
It says, ‘you will’ and I won’t—
don’t regret it!
I’m really quite simple and easy to please
when given assignments of science or rhetoric.
I will not complain or get down on my knees—
Unless you pursue me with tortures mathematic!