I tried to work some Math
But ended up calculating
the angle of your eye
I tried to do some Geography
But each map I drew,
bore a striking resemblance to you
I wanted to do Economics
But the marginal utility of your smile
Kept going up and refused to come down
I couldn't practice my French orals
'Cos one phrase kept repeating itself in my mind
Je t'aime; Je t'aime; Je t'aime
With History, I was hopeless
Because the only date I had memorized
Was the day I met you
The only Chemistry I was interested in
Was the one between you and me
But try as I may, I just couldn't balance the equation
I decided to try some Physics
And that is when disaster struck
The photometer I tried using to measure the brightness of your smile
broke down due to over-exposure to bright light - your smile
And so I thought - what the heck?
Lemme try some English and write you a letter
But alas! just then, the siren for prep-over went
I guess I'll have to make that another time...
SMH! Youthful exuberance indeed. I wonder who my inspiration was at the time. I cant for the life of me remember.
So I was chatting with a friend of mine in University and we were going over this poem and we came up with very valid questions, just poking a bit of fun at myself -
- Doesn't the person having an angle to his eye imply that he was cross-eyed? Why would anyone find being reminded of that flattering?
- Considering the most common maps we were drawing - Ghana, W. Africa and Africa, that dude must have been interestingly proportioned... Or I was a terrible artist. The latter is more likely...
- What was the day I met him? I had no idea...
- Unbalanced chemical equation meant one of us was more attracted that the other right? yup! probably me shamelessly pining over a guy who didn't even know I exist...