Physics Class Poem by Ben Henry Baang

He enters the wooden door
Blue polo, that familiar scent
Quite ready and calmly standing
With some white powdery thing

I open my half-filled notebook
And I uncover my old calculator
Grabbed my pen from my pocket
With my brain as my only asset

Another problem from the book
Now we're solvin in our seats
Computin speed and velocity
Fillin our brains with atrocity

Focus, analyze and think
Just one miss and you're ruined
Small mistakes, slash half a point
Quizzes and exams, bloodstained

Is it just another terror?
Or do i see a great mentor
Giving us harsh problems
Trying to complicate theorems

Yet every challenge i call it fun
Its not all about academic run
But it's obtaining knowledge
He's a great man I'll always acknowledge