He Knows Mathematics Not Bedmatics

Chris was shaking all the hands close to his. He’d just thrashed a math problem like a whiz: At home shall tell stories starting with this; Exactly the chance he would never miss. “Sorry that the Math you solve makes your bliss: At eighteen you still don’t know how to kiss While Chris kept waltzing heard a long hiss Sarah who had sworn “Nothing like false peace” This week shall be getting a new boyfriend And shan’t be sleeping alone next weekend Once an achievement is like a rubbish The assessor chooses to be snobbish.