Sean always had to laugh.
When he thought about high school math.
He knew that he was dumb as a rock.
But his pretty math teacher was so hot.
He use to love to copy off of other students' papers.
His teacher never caught on to his capers.
He loved to look at her pretty legs.
And loved her pretty dresses so red.
But when it came to doing math work.
He was a stupid dork.
A mixture of sadness and humor, I think. Started out with the rhythm of a limerick. This is a good poem, a good subject with lots to offer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol. There are people like that. At least he appreciates beauty