Sometimes math makes me feel blue
When I don’t understand something
It puts me in a bad mood
I guess I just don’t have the aptitude
for math
I slam the door as I exit my room
In search of some food
My mom asks me “what’s with the attitude?”
So I reply “I just need to refuel,”
I return to my desk after I’ve eaten
Because I refuse to be beaten
Back in my room
I continue my q’s
Because what kind of fool wants to stay blue?
To conclude, even if you don’t like math (like me)
You need to put in the effort to succeed.