Of Algebra and Geometry, I fail at X and Y, of Calculus and Trigonometry, the curve is topsy-turvy.
These numbers and that alphabet, a language inconceivable. Coming to class I do regret, the answers unachievable
I search both high and low for where beta lies, it might under Ceva’s Theorem, near the Law of Sines.
Of lines and slopes and areas, they give me a fright, my classmate turns to look at me, I know, I’m wrong, you’re right.
Finals await, my freedom at stake, my stomach in butterflies, I fear the day, I laugh and pray, I live a truthful lie.
The day is here, my confidence is rife. I walk away, the test I slayed, an 89 is bright,
The moral of the story is, you study hard at night, cause once you taste a piece of pi, the answers come to light.