maribou | When I was eight, we shared a coatrack, it was great

Yeah, so I found a bunch of my high school poetry today while unpacking. More of it than not is more embarrassing than delightful at this stage. However, the poem below, written surlily and under duress during a semester that included Physics, Algebra, Geometry, and Quantum Chemistry, all college-track, and 11th grade English, continues to crack me up as much as it did then. Nothing like really writing about your innermost feelings, is there now?

Ode to a Calculator

O beautiful shining display
Which rescued me day after day!
I thank thee for the way you've saved
Me from becoming all depraved.
In physics, math, and chemistry
You've simply meant the world to me.

And so this ode to thee I write
And to thy keys of blue and white,
Those wondrous buttons I have used
(When I was quite dazed and confused)
To clear this very troubled mind
And show me what I hoped to find.

O great machine of plastic made
I hope thy numbers never fade.
For if they do, without a doubt,
I shall begin to scream and shout
In fear and muddleheadedness.
Yes, all my grades shall be much less.

Heh. That still makes me giggle.