MATHS – A THUG OF HAPPINESS


The scariest of all,
My maths book is.
It gulps me down
Like mice does cheese.

Every night I pray
To please almighty Chris.
Who will save this prey
From becoming roll of Swiss.

Creepy algebra and geometry,
Draws out my blood with a fizz
Turns my dream into a nightmare,
A day before the maths quiz.

Crazy are those,
Who deify Archimedes
My squads are out
Searching his accomplice.

Even mafia in the school,
Never forgets to miss.
And if you don’t wiss,
He’ll wrestle you with liss.

Alas! Dinner made by mom
is quite better than this.
At least you can smile
While eating every piece!!

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