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Calcu-Lost
In the land of math, where numbers reign, There lies a fiendish beast, a source of pain. Calculus, its name, a demon of the mind, Differential equations, its minions unkind. The first derivative, it twists and turns, My brain in knots, my stomach churns. I integrate, I differentiate, But my body aches, my mind can’t concentrate. My pencil snaps, my eraser’s worn, My textbook’s pages, they’re all forlorn. I try to solve, I try to learn, But all I get is a headache, a burn. The second derivative, it’s worse than before, My body’s sore, I can’t take it no more. I try to graph, I try to plot, But all I see is a tangled knot. The Laplace transform, it haunts my dreams, My mind in shambles, it rips at the seams. I try to solve, I try to compute, But all I get is a headache, a hoot. The partial derivative, it makes no sense, My body’s tense, my nerves are dense. I try to solve, I try to think, But all I get is a headache, a brink. The limit, it’s my mortal foe, My mind in agony, it’s all aglow. I try to solve, I try to think, But all I get is a headache, a brink. The differential equation, it’s a beast, My mind in torment, it’s all deceased. I try to solve, I try to learn, But all I get is a headache, a burn. In the land of math, where numbers reign, I fight the beast, I try to maintain. But calculus, it’s a force to behold, A source of laughter, a tale to be told.
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