I had a math test yesterday;
the test was awfully tough.
The trouble is ten fingers are
just simply not enough!
For three plus four, my fingers worked —
I counted up to seven.
But how the heck do fingers work
when counting to eleven?
For ten plus five, I shook my head;
yes, me it did confuse,
until I had the good sense to
remove my socks and shoes!
The Lonely Meatball 
That’s one creative kid! I can totally sympathize with him. Why, to this day, Wednesday is still my favorite day because, in grade 8, we never had Math class on Wednesdays.
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This poem was inspired by my own “inner math moron”. I still haven’t found a use for the vast majority of things I tried to learn in math class. For example — when was the last time you said to yourself, “Gee, I guess I’m going to have to factor a trinomial in order to complete this task.”
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