Not a love, a passion, a friendship, a bond,
Not even the weakest alliance,
It’s something of which I’m really not fond,
That treacherous subject of Science.
And someone must have been kidding themselves,
When they split science thrice,
However, a thought of ridding themselves,
Would have been rather nice.
Now I have Physics, and Bio and Chem,
Three’s an unlucky number,
I’m telling you I’ll get nowhere with them,
They just make me feel a lot dumber.
Physics. Oh, Physics! Yes, Physics, is the source,
It makes the simple so hard,
Take the example of motion and force,
Topics I want to discard.
And Chem’s not a subject that I want around,
It beats my brain to batter,
With so many elements and compounds,
And the 40 page chapters on matter.
Xylem and Phloem and Chlorophyll,
Really irritating, that Bio,
It makes me green, it makes me ill,
And want to moan “aiyy-aiyyo”.
You might think you know it well,
But then you start with “Tissues”,
That chapter, along with the “Cell”,
Will help you see the issues.
My pals hope to be doctors, engineers,
Types of scientists,
But, I cannot imagine my career,
With Science being a part of it.
If I could understand my science notes,
Well then, that would be fab!!
I could see myself, in a white coat,
Working in a lab.
Finally, I’ve had my time to vent,
Uh-oh! Papa’s come in for a look!!
And before it’s this poem that I resent,
I should get back to my books.