Pleasing Maths Teacher

Getting nostalgic for that winter

A short, plump spinster

Chirpy and classy

Learned and sassy

Stared through her sizable frames

For my inability to solve puzzles and games

Really had a bad impression

In theory, formula, and equation

Dictionary has no words for my weakness in the calculation

Till now I always stammer to speak on Maths education

Used to ride a bicycle in those days

Could not resist seeing her elegant gait.

She grinned with a great effort

But her giggle mustered my might to create a rapport

Asked her to accept the lift.

My only plan was to lessen the rift

To my surprise, she agreed

But hurled curses when I tripped

She literally scolded and scoffed

For, I had dropped...

I really felt sorry to that miss

For trusting a two days novice

She tried hard to make the subject lighter

But could not make my Maths brighter

I always consider myself a cool

But the rest of the session, she treated me like a fool.