Algebra – Written around 1999
I went to Algebra class as happy as could be Unknowing of what danger was lurking there for me A-B-C What is this I see D-E-F-G Oh dear poor me H-I-J This must not be my day K-L-M What is wrong with him N-O-P For mercy must I plea Q-R-S When is recess T-U-V This is a catastrophe W-X-Y I'd rather die Z From this class I must flee π pi I think I'm going to cry ² Square Algebra doesn't fight fair √ Square Root My brain will it pollute FOIL But to Algebra I'll be loyal Cartesian Coordinates Finally this all makes sense Quadratic Equation Oh I see, Algebra's part of God's Creation Dedicated to Mr. Dennis Taboada Thank you for taking the time to teach me.
The Month Before Christmas – Written around 1999
T’was the month before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring except one great mouse And just for a change of hat, we will call it a rat It was running through the garage looking for something to eat this or that It did not wish to wander far So it chose the family car It crawled under the hood Till on the engine block it stood Oh for something to eat did it desire So it chose an ignition wire Nibble, nibble, gnaw, gnaw That horrid creature ate it all Another wire did it eat part Then to its nest it did depart The next day when the mother and brother had planned to go on a trip After hearing the engine that expedition they did skip Clang, clang, clunk, clunk The car’s engine sounded like a piece of junk Later that day the car did the father have someone repair And when he saw the bill he did despair When he found out that the rat had had a $300 meal That creature he had a great zeal to kill He put out some poison and two rat traps Hoping that across one the rat would come perhaps The poison was little bars that were blue Each one a lethal dose which the father hoped the rat would chew That night as the rat entered in from the east He beheld before his eyes a great blue feast He ate every single one of them the greedy little beast For two more nights he ate just as much Till on the forth night not a bar did he touch On the fifth day as the father was inspecting the garage, that creature’s habitat He found the dead rat He saw its head faced 12 inches short of a blue bar it never got to taste Then the corpse the father did dispose And what ever happened to it nobody knows And this is the end of my little prose This is based on a true story and is 100% accurate to even the least deTAIL.