Wiggle Waggle Math Scares Me Too
Sixpence and foursquare seventy-seven minus fifty-two
Come and give me a cuddle, it truly is only us two.
What are you staring at? Is that a cobbler’s shoe?
Just the word mathematics makes me want to boo-hoo.
Donuts in the belfry, quotients in the glue.
Wiggle Waggle Wiggle bottom. I am scared now too.
Jumping over a moon, with your magic eyes of blue.
Multiplication meanness is coming rapidly through.
Mathematics is the word of the day. What can we do?
I am terrified of numbers, just between me and you.
Letters make more sense. I have mastered some of them two.
Geometry and statistics? I hope this poem is finally through.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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