Accomplishment
I tumble from my bed
As sleep beckons, instead
To math I do head
This one class I dread.
Math is not my skill
Nor does it thrill
But I take it still
Like a bitter pill.
I study extremely hard
My brain now scarred
As math does bombard
I feel a little jarred.
I do so carry on
As the day does dawn
To use my mental brawn
To prove I am not forgone.
Though this is not my forte
Here comes the final day
To see if study does pay
I get my grade...it is an "A".
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