Down with math

What’s the quotient of 14 through seven?
Or the answer of 20 times 11?
Many are unable to figure such out
From every country round about

I say it’s unfair and totally unkind
To be so extremely mean and grind
Of forcing us to reuse and retell
Research, retrain, and even respell

Everything in math we learn
So listen folks, now it’s my turn
I say we unplug our math senses and skills
And return them all to a far away hill

Where we found these powers of head aches and stresses
So now I believe that everyone confesses
That math CAN be pretty stressing and boring
And that you’d rather hear lions roaring

But we all disagree on one little thing
On that math can help us in everything
I do confess that math is useful
But only for those that are good in school…

Mondays (IDon’t Like)

Today is mournful Monday
We’re back from super Sunday
School starts today
(That’s NOT okay)
I hate when it is Monday

My School

In my school the teachers chew bubble gum
And all children teach spelling and math
Kids think recess is no fun
And kids are called Mr. Teb or Ms. Cath

In our school the staff is kind
The Cook cooks wondrous meals
The nurse is not so mean and grind
You know how good it feels?

I feel good and amazed
About what happened today
Inside of me is a little blaze
‘Cause today is opposite day!


Some are lazy
Some are old

Some are crazy
Some are bald

But they all are just the same
‘Cause all like to play the same old game

Of making poor children write 4 thousand pages
About the life in tiny cages

And you can probably guess who they are, these creatures
They are terrible, horrible, not agreeable, nasty, teachers!
(But, they still can be nice too)