The Horror of Math

My head is swimming,

The room appears to be spinning,

The only thing stationary is me,

There's nothing solid I can see.

Numbers crowd this mind of mine,

Tan, sin, sec, cot and cosine,

What would I give for this torture to end?

Math clearly is not my friend.

My thoughts are completely jumbled,

Calculations under my breath are mumbled,

In blows an icy cold gale,

As I realize that I will fail.

I toss away the deadly book,

And go sobbing to a quiet nook.

-Ashley