Really Bad High School Poetry

I have a confession to make.

I used to write really bad poetry in junior high and high school.

Now, don’t try to hide it — you have too, right? Right?

Furthermore, I am going to be a little nutty tonight and post some of mine. You’re welcome to share if you’d like.

Now, before I get started, I’d like to say that I’d love to write more poetry, but it seems that two rambunctious children, a successful business, two dogs and a cat have stifled my poetic creativity.

But perhaps that’s not such a bad thing after all. You be the judge. LOL!

Math… By Michelle Waters (Well, that’s who I am now…)

Some call math ridiculous;
I consider it rather hideous.
Through #, letter and hypotenuse/legs;
My mind must muddle through the dregs.

Square root, multiply, add and subtract,
I believe my mind it must have crack’d.
Because the info. in one ear goes,
And rapidly out the other flows!

Geometry, calculus and Algebra II,
What, with this knowledge, will I do?
Maybe I could be an architect,
If with this math my mind isn’t wreck’d.

And here I sit, my pencil in hand,
My mind off in another land.
While the teacher lectures on cosine –
I think I’m going out of my mind.

January 1989

Yes, I was sitting in math class writing this. Perhaps that would explain my mathematical ineptitude. *snicker*