Once upon a midday bore, 'tis was math, what a snore.
I have never felt this way in math class before.
As the teacher kept on yapping, I couldn't help but napping,
It was either napping or chatting to my friendly neighbor.
"Wake up," the teacher yelled, "I want you to do number four
And remember nap no more!"

All that time he was teaching I was always sleeping
I did not know how to do number four.
Looking in my text book as he gave me a dirty look.
An evil look, a look I have never seen before.
"I do not know but do forgive me, sir!" I implore.
"For I shall nap no more!"

About to enter hell, I was relieved to hear the bell.
Escaping grave punishment I quickly snuck out the door,
How I could forget such great sorrow until late tomorrow.
Homework I would borrow, copying it on the floor
Morrow came and I walked through that classroom door,
Ready for another hour of bore.

At the very back I saw down, ready for him to hound.
Suddenly a great beauty walked through the classroom door,
Someone new alas has joined our boring math class.
Again today unfortunately, the teacher I would ignore
For this great beauty that walk through the door I do adore;
Nap I shall no more.

At the girl I was staring, no longer the teacher I am fearing.
As I started to dream dreams I never dream before,
My daydream ended by the teacher now very offended.
The teacher contended that I though his class was a bore.
"if you wish not to be in class, leave! I would not be sore.
Just walk out that door."

I continued to sit for I had no real reason to quit.
Soon again he started yapping somewhat louder than before.
I felt like I'm in hell just waiting for that damn bell,
any kind but a knell, my friends I did ignore
For the teacher's great wrath I do not need anymore.
There I sat and nothing more.