Once there was a woman so cultured and kind
always right there, deep in my mind
All flowers would bow and she'd walk by
A whiff of her perfume would make my cry
Dignified, posture perfectly erect
crushed my heart daily with effect
Shun she did I was not of her class
but I sat on the back row of her
physics class
Until I noticed one day all my scores were A+
I redid my problems, they were all wrong, wazup?
So I went to her office and we had a chat
I changed professors, Imagine that
We did math, I wrote numbers on her wall
she'd laugh at her muse, errors and all
Somehow it mathematically worked,
One physically perfect two,
three corrections were needed,
four each night school homework in red hues!
-.- Biz....really? ? I should have known when I first started reading this and it was serious that it wouldn't end that way! Crazy man. Well it is beautiful just the same, you know, until you started FAILING to impress a woman! lol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm....okay educate me Monk, with decorum I ask, what are the red hues? Simply the red corrective ink or am I overlooking something else? :)