When I Was Bored In a Maths Test, Pt 2

There once was a mathematician,

Who was certainly no magician!

She sat on her chair,

With her grey balding hair,

Teaching us was her only mission.

She is evil and ancient and old,

And always sounds like she has a cold.

I might’ve felt sorry,

If she didn’t make me worry,

That my place in set one was sold!

But now it is half-term,

And on this subject I am firm.

Although I have horrible homework,

I will not let it lurk.

Beneath my bed,

Willing to be read,

I will make it run like clock work!

Although I know this last part wasn’t good,

I hope you understood,

That I had under one hundred words,

(Which made me feel like a turd.)

But I am no nerd,

I won’t count those words.

So if you don’t accept it,

And you decide to reject it,

I’ll know I should have kept it.

But I won’t correct it,

I certainly won’t regret it.

So just accept it,

And respect it.

Thank you! I meant it!