The Horror Of Maths
When I die bury me deep,
Six feet down as fast asleep.
Place my MATHS BOOK on my head,
Tell my teachers ‘I am dead’.
Place my ALGEBRA BOOK on my chest,
Tell them ‘I am not at rest’.
Place my GEOMETRY BOOK on my right,
Tell my ma’am ‘Alas! I couldn’t be bright’.
Place my TABLE BOOK on my left,
Tell my teachers ‘I tried my best’.
And tell those teachers not to cry,
As they are the ones who made me die
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