Of all the mathematics Mr. Mabie taught—
fractions, percents, the lot—half of which
we hated; fifty percent, forgot—probability
was the hardest, we thought. We wanted
to call Mr. Mabie, Mr. Mabie Not, but could
never figure out the odds of getting caught.
Poem title from chapter 2 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Who says math isn’t fun? (More poemcrazy poems here.) Peace to your ♥!
Serendippity 
Stephanie, your internal rhymes is – AMAZING – you did this so well! I’m truly floored and I enjoyed this poem so very much :-D
So glad you enjoyed it, David. Happy day to you!
Hehehe! Very clever! I’ in love with this little poem. I’m going to direct my retired math teacher sister over to enjoy it too!
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Muri! My mother-in-law was a math teacher. I think she would have liked it too.