Math’s a subject that most despise,

And for this very reason, Nate sets forth a prize.

“10 dollars for the winning poem,” says he,

To the one who best projects his or her misery.

Personally, my complaints of math are few,

But for the sake of a Hamilton in my pocket,

I shall come up with one or two.

Derivation, integration—the explanations are sparse.

Why do we need to know them?

They’re just a pain in the arse.

And numbers known as imaginary—

What is this, some game I must play?

Can’t I just make up imaginary solutions,

And be well on my way?

I could rhyme all day, but time is running thin.

There’s math homework that must be done;

That which I must turn in.

Math Sucks

Staying up late doing my math,
Instead of taking a much needed bath.
All those equations, they are such a pain,
Giving me a headache deep down in my brain.
Studying hard, I hate to do it,
Sometimes I wish to just be a poet.

Math sucks so much it’s hard to describe,
And it gives off nothing but a really bad vibe.
Working out problems to find the limit,
Everyone knows they just despise it.
But I guess that’s why we go to college,
Just go pick up some extra knowledge.

Years of math are yet to come,
Making the future look very glum.
Looking forward to it I’m certainly not,
With all those points waiting to be plot.
But thanks to Nate for a solid grounding,
Math should look out for a great big pounding.

The glory to win with pride

A chance of a lifetime

To show strength

And courage

This,

A Cup that

Resembles all the

Pains, struggles, and

Wins of the sport of ice hockey

The  smooth  silver  metal  with

The  winner’s  names  engraved

Because they are the champions

Of   this   incredible   journey of

Brilliance and amazement of this

Fast paced sport, the use of skates

When the blades collide with the cold ice

Bringing the intense speed needed to score the

Goal of the victory game of the last seconds of fear.