Long Maths Poems
Long Maths Poems. Below are the most popular long Maths by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Maths poems by poem length and keyword.
So, can you afford this place by yourself?
Yeah, I did the maths.
Okay, I’ll take the washing machine, you take the couches.
You're kidding, the washing machine was a present, you take the couches.
I know how to work the washing machine.
Well, I know how to work the coffee machine, but I don’t make a song and dance about it.
Was that why you phoned the plumber when it ran out of water?
I didn’t phone him for that, I was getting a quote for something plummery I was thinking of doing.
Plummery, is that computer speak. Which reminds me, laptop, I’ll be taking that.
You’ll have to wait till I put it back together.
What do you mean, put it back together, it’s new.
I know it’s new, but now it’s super new, with 50G installed.
50 G hasn’t been invented yet.
It has now, with my new revolutionary thought processor and rewind imagery camera.
Have you finally gone nuts, you see what I’ve had to put up with the last five years.
Well, I can’t tell you what you’ve put up with the last five years, but I can for the last six months.
Okay, you’re beginning to worry me now, what have you done?
I installed a chip in you. Pick a date in the last six months, and I’ll show you what you were doing.
You’re mad, okay, December the 11th.
Right, just put that date in, okay let’s view. You’re having a coffee morning with your sisters and wait, you’re slagging me off as usual, tut tut.
My god, this is madness, you’ve finally lost it.
Oh! you haven’t seen anything yet, let's check out Dec 13th. Oh look, it’s you and the plumber in what seems to be a posh hotel.
So it is, do I look hot or what?
That wasn’t my first thought, I must admit, maybe you could explain yourself.
Isn’t it obvious, I mean, you installed the bloody chip, what part don’t you understand?
I don’t understand why you’re with my plumber on the date he promised to install my new revolutionary coffee maker.
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
The funeral was well attended
Nobody came
It was sad in a way
Clashed with the dog passing away
There was a friend with a leg
When I say a leg
I actually mean two
Though he had the flu
The Priest nearly made it
But he passed too
The butcher discussed it with the baker
In the newsagents where the notice was placed
Was it his wife who put it in
Well yes, to begin
Then a black guy called Fred
Placed another, hopefully dead
Followed by Titch
Who looked quite rich
But was really his bit..
Not to detract from Simon
Frowned the butcher, calling him pieman
Though, that was simplistic
The florist cried foul
She had the contract
But just for a while
It was left to the undertaker
Wade
Who had to subcontract
When thieves stole his spade
Joe from the pub
With the maths degree
Discussed the angles
Buried under a tree
Bernadette, at the bookmakers
Had to agree
Rushing off to mass
Father Joe listened with glee
It was a trying day in the village of Dull
The pub was in mourning
There was a definite lull
But one thing was agreed
As they slowly got pissed
Rover the dog
Would surely be missed.
To bed just after one
Awake by half-past three
The words in my head
Swirl around and torture me
All I did was have an idea
A simple story in my head
Now condemned to hard labour
Chiselling pictures, I cannot shed
The characters stare while I slumber
Like a child’s scary dream
They poke and they prod me
Sit in my mind, an endless scream
I wish I loved simple maths
The equations make me sleep
But my mind’s a jumble of words
Lying tangled in a heap
As knotted as my wife’s ear phones
As frustrating as laces in a shoe
I wish that I loved maths
Then I could sleep, just like you.
David Cox 27/10/20
I sit alone, invisible, on this chair
In a climate conditioned 22.
Surrounded by pin-boards, computers and boxes
At a grey corner desk in a zoo.
Detachable shelves hang, offering a space
To put all our things of import.
People whisper and gossip and mutter and moan
Complaining about public transport.
Glass walls are spotless, cleaned beyond clean,
I sit quiet and silent and wonder
Who fills these filing cabinets with heaps of piles
Of forms too many to number.
The clock, the exit sign, first aid, water bottle
There’s so much fun stuff to look at.
Nah, not really, it’s dull as all heck,
My earphones block out the chit chat.
This music blocks thoughts, blocks phone conversations,
Blocks noises of office and drawers.
Allows me to focus on the book I am writing
On how to teach maths to the scores.
Teaching gifted, and strugglers, hotshots and lazy.
How to engage every single school student.
To inspire their minds, how to make them solve problems
So their life can experience improvement.
I sit alone at this desk, this desk of deep thought,
In an office of busy and clean,
Not to be entertained or amused or treated
But to strengthen the mind of the teen.
Oh my math! Oh my math!
You are a head ache or clear cache,
I don’t understand you till I solve,
Is it a part of my problem solve?
Oh dear math! Oh dear math!
Please be simple, don’t be so tough,
You want me to practice, doing some rough?
It’s so hard, I want to give up!
Oh toughest math! Oh toughest math!
Whenever I solve algebra,
I never take it as easy to see zebra,
Whenever I solve integers,
I always think about strangers,
Whenever I solve linear equations,
There stands a line of questions!
Oh annoying math! Oh annoying math!
Whenever there is a doubt,
I tell my teacher to sort it out,
Always one answer on the tip of her tongue,
Practice, practice and practice ample,
You becoming a mathematician, will become simple!
Oh simple math! Oh simple math!
Solving maths is full of fun,
Maths is nowhere tough, no need of rough,
It’s never so hard to give up!
I thought I saw a nasty cat!
I did. Oh fancy that!
Sylvester I must tell you,
You're a very naughty cat!
I also have to say
That you are terrible at maths!
You miscalculate your aims
That's why you fall face down - Ker-splat!
You misjudge your target.
You only realise mid your jumps.
You're very sorry for it now
'Cause your head is full of bumps!
Granny sure insists
That you must have your rest.
But if you fail to catch me soon,
You'll have a cardiac arrest!
Can't you see with both of us,
Granny feels so blessed?
So why do you keep putting
Her affection to the test?
Sylvester I want you to know
That I'd like our feud to end.
I would like us both to be
The very best of friends.
And though she loves us very much,
Granny will adore us more
If she sees us playing nice
When she walks through the door!
Yes we could be a family
For a long and happy time...
Just remember, once recovered
You'll be on life number nine!
Mummy, which one do you love more,
Who’s your favourite one?
I think you’re fishing for compliments,
You know I love you all.
Yes, but who’s the best?
Well now, let me think …
Jemima’s best on the violin
And George excels on the piano.
Harry is good at poetry
But Fiona is better at prose.
Nobody catches Edward
When he runs the hundred metres
But when it comes to long jump,
Marys far ahead.
Petra got top marks for maths
And John is good at science.
Barbara’s great at cooking.
Theresa’s needlework’s fine.
There, I think I’ve covered everyone,
They’re all good in their way.
So I don’t have a favourite.
Er… Mummy, you’ve forgotten one,
You haven’t mentioned me.
Ah well, that’s an easy one.
You ask all the best questions!
looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed
Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed.
Finger nails were always full of mud
Scrubbing hands would do no good.
Summer break were still lots of fun
When working the fields were almost done.
We didn't have computers, four channels of TV
Top of the pops were the highlights for me.
Kicking the football out on the street
A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat.
Looking back it wasn't that bad
Lots of fond memories when I was a lad.
Holidays were over it was back to the grind
Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind.
I didn't mind maths and history was great
The adventures we made up me and my best mate.
Now that I'm older looking back realise
My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.
A child was walking along the road,
the road from his home to the school.
He was walking to the school
early in the morning,
he has to walk six miles , to learn maths
and science and arts
and English and geometry and,
and the life, a life he never had,
in down pouring rains,
or under the burning sun .
He has to walk six miles
and he was twelve years old,
twelve years only.
He has to walk
in a road through a jungle with huge trees ,
with wild beasts and snakes ,
tigers and vipers and elephants ,
elephants who had lost their natural habitat
for the development,
The development of whom the boy did not know,
Not the father of the child,
nor the mother of the child.
And the animals were hungry and angry and wild,
the boy was also hungry,
he had no breakfast,
as nothing to eat in his home
And he had piece of bread last night,
with a piece of onion.
He was walking and dreaming ,
dreaming about not a luxurious life,
but about if he would have lunch today.
Then , they met ,
the raging wild elephant,
and the hungry child,
a child who was dreaming about
a lunch he had never before
nor he will ever.
Then the time stopped for a moment,
The earth stop rotating,
Then everything back to normal
Except the grieving life
of a poor hungry child.