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An Ode to My Mathbook

I've heard a lot of ode to math books....here's my own

Dear math book, you've got too many problems
Why give them all to me?
You're not my best friend, I don't enjoy helping you
Why do you have so many issues?
You think that I'm smart, that I can solve your equations
Here's one for you:
Me + Doing math = frustration
You're like a novel missing pages
You give me variables I cannot solve
I don't understand your logic
Why do you need to know what a equals?
Why do you want me to find out ratios?
Sorry to hurt your feelings, but English>Math
Math book, you have too many problems
There are scores and scores of problems in your pages
Why did you save them all for me?
Why don't you try and solve them yourself?
Don't you have a friend, my dear math book?
Don't you have someone you can talk to?
I don't know you, math book. This is our first year that we've known each other.
I've been friends with other math books, but your problems are the hardest
How long have you been storing up these problems? Why me?
Each problem gets harder and harder.
Maybe if you'd solved the easy ones in the first place, you wouldn't be left with so many questions.
Hmmmm....math book, because of your questions, I was able to use the word score and variable
Come to think of it, your problems helped me get good deals at the grocery store
I was able to do well with the Science Text
When I needed to know how many miles I'd traveled , you were there
When I was reading a book and the character walked two kilometers, your problems helped me convert from metric to English
Come to think of it, I wrote this post because of your problems
Math book....I suppose I've been wrong
We may not be friends, but how about a truce?
Your questions prepared me for when Test Booklet had a couple of problems for me to deal with
I should have a talk with him...
Math book, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship
                                                                             ----page turner

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