Today one of my nephews shared with me this poem that he wrote in his free time. He recently had to write a poem for one of his classes, but he wasn’t even required to write this poem. I told him that I would really like to teach him to like trigonometry because, apparently, he finds it more than a little troublesome!
I would like to explain my hatred degree,
Of that ruinous subject called trigonometry.
The epitome of sorrow, despair, and grief,
I may as well be a crumpled up old dry leaf
It is a darkness that covers my every waking day,
When all I want is to go out and play;
But no, that terror holds me in my room,
Writing down problems of impending doom.
Radians and degrees invade my mind,
It becomes a blur. O have I gone blind?
For I cannot tell between real and unknown.
O how can I tell between real and unknown?
My thoughts have been put in a blender and whirled,
I wish I were back in Walt Disney World!
But for now, I guess, I’ll wait on my knees,
While I ponder and cry over trigonometry.