hahaha, i understand precisely. unfortunately...

I hate math, and sometimes I wish math was a person. i then imagine tying math up, torturing math, the way it's tortured me, and slowly killing it. of course, i don't have the balls. i don't have balls, period. i'm just sayin... math sucks. I think i have a phobia of math. i once knew what that was called because i looked it up to see if it was possible. it is... i do...

This poem has a great idea to it, the comparision of a washing machine (or something...) to math homework. I also like the way you connect the ending to the beginning again, with almost the same words. I don't like it when the exact same words are used. However, I do think the middle was a bit bland, and could have used more perhaps personification. (i did like the laughing x's!)

A cute description of homework. I like it. I did find some of the rythme changes difficult to read through however.

This is a wonderful poem! I know exactly what you mean...the rocks in the spin cycle. It's a great way to describe math homework for people who don't think in numeric terms...me!

Ah, yes, MATH HOMEWORK AH! I hated doing math, it really does hurt your head. I really like how you compared the two. . . all these years of doing math and I never knew how to describe the pain it caused me, but now I realize it felt like I had rocks bouncing around in my head. I like how it's kind of choppy, It goes along with what your saying in the poem. . . I just wish it had an ending that could be compared to figuring out a really really really hard math problem that took up an entire page and took 15 minutes to figure out! I feels really good when you finally sovle those. . .

This poem seemed a bit choppy to me somehow, I didn't feel like it flowed so well. However the first line really struck my fancy, as well as "Illegiblle and just plain/ confused".

i love this! nice way to describe math homework, as I remember it.

Ah, I remember math homework. That was a horrible experience, and I think you have captured it well in this poem. The sort of rushed/confused feeling this poem seems to be written with would annoy me in a poem normally, but it truly works well for this one. I also like that its about math, so it even seems a little lighthearted, despite the words being used here. I liked this poem, but Sitting on a Toadstool was better.

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