When I get older
Maybe year 9
In a year from now
Will you still be teaching me
Pythagoras
Those prime numbers
How to draw graphs?
If I doze off
In your maths class
Like a three-toed sloth
Will you still teach me
Will you forgive me
When I'm dreadfully bored?
When I get older
Maybe year 9
In a year from now.
Will my protractor
Still give me bad dreams
Or will I master it?
Will you still teach me
Will you forgive me
When I'm dreadfully bored?
David Keig
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-m-dreadfully-bored/
