In The Maths Class Poem by Sheena Blackhall
In The Maths Class
In the Maths Class
In the maths class
I was an air head
Reality was suspended
a + b= a Babel's tower of mince
Trigonometry was as useful
As a burst sofa stuffed with rubbish
Geometry was invented for the exclusive
Fraction of pupils who understood the properties
Of equations.
Maths lessons were lean pickings for me
Pythagoras & Archimedes nil
Eureka! Seamus Heaney, Ted Hughes 100
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