Here's a couple of a few little poem-lets I wrote in calculus this morning:
A room full of sad, tired
people. Lazily taking notes--
I stifle a yawn
and differentiate again.
Doesn't seem to be the place in the brochure...
--A major life changing experience--
instead its just math. The same the world 'round--
always boring-- always there.
With an ever negative first derivative.
Slouch!, like you've never slouched before!
Maybe you'll get lucky-- and disappear.
You're already failing and letting people down--
Who to blame but yourself?
No wonder you can't sleep...
I curse your grave, Pythagorean.
I could live without you, Rolle's Theorem.
Nothing's worse than taking limits,
except maybe, eating spinach.
Oh my god, e to the ex,
I care so little--A witch's hex!
The origin is zero-zero,
but if someone saved me, they'd be my hero.
Nevertheless, and I regret it,
I'll sit here and keep on sweatin' it.
Without you, I could be getting sleep
--Jesus Christ, counting sheep!!--
Calculus, Calculus, don't give me no sass,
you can just differentiate my ass!
