Cold Vs Maths Poem by Harshita Chaudhary

I was suffering from extreme cold,
And my Maths teacher told,
You'll be giving a test,
And you'll have to be your best.

The cold is to be blamed,
As the barrier of my life,
Of course, it is to be blamed,
And I'll have to strife.

Will this headache stop?
Will it stop affecting my body's top?
Oh, I'll have to surmount,
And clean the cough which is in large amount.

And exams are near,
Oh, they're bugbears,
They've increased my fears,
This thing, again an' again, I won't hear.

And especially of Maths which is menacing,
When will I be joyously dancing?
Maths, I fold my hands in front of you,
Why, in you, my marks are very few?
Though, I love you too.
I love to solve sums so new.

And I'm telling in this rhyme,
I need time,
The cold and silly mistakes are responsible,
Good marks, in Maths, eh feasible?

I'm fed up from this cold,
See my problem in this poem of mine,
Cold, cold go away,
I want to be fit and fine.