Ballad of the Paper Worm

I was just a piece of paper,
Lying on a desk in a room,
In a dreary Maths lesson
Which filled everyone with gloom.

The boredom had set in,
Their minds were far from here
I felt myself transforming
With trepidation and fear.

I’d seen this happen
Many times in these four walls,
‘x + x’ all around the room
Was like a knell to us all.

In Art we’d be safe –
Embellished, loved adorned
But if you end up in Maths;
Prepare to be scorned.

If it’s not pricked with a compass,
It’s bruised with angry pens,
Or scrunched up in a mad attack
To be reincarnated once again.
                                                       (Art Please, next time!)

So you’ll understand my fears
As I felt the folds and folds again
A secret note?  A fidget toy?
Or maybe a paper plane?

Well, luck was on my side that day
You’ll be pleased to know –
I re-emerged as a PAPER WORM
So now I’m good to go!

I’m getting out of Maths class!
I’m free of recycling fear!
Soon I’ll be resting on a shelf
Woohoo! I’m out of here!

I’ll be listening to cool music,
And watching all the shows,
And remembering being just a sheet
In a Maths class long ago!

(With apologies to my Maths teacher friends 😉  )