A Mathematical Problem

Sonnet that gets across my frustration at my lack of ability at mathematics

I’d love to tear your clothes off, oh my love

I’d dearly love to do it, oh my dear

I’d really love to gaze where legs are wove

Into the body above, long and clear

Nobody interrupts or interferes

Slowly erupting volcanic desire

Climbing the Mount of Venus and the pair

Of foothills further on with strawberry spires

This food for thoughts of love, music for lyre

I oughtn’t brood on, but can’t move on, love

Although I can’t move on you when we are

When we are two not one, you don’t require

Subtraction, multiplication, but div-

Ision, your decision that costs me dear

Author's Note

I've written fourteen lines, instead of a hundred, as my punishment for being poor at maths

Reviews

[J. Marc]

Original and witty!
I loved all the inferences and other subtleties in it! It certainly comes from a very intelligent mind if not a clever at writing hand! Very pleasant to read and makes the reader smile at the end! thank you for this sweet piece!

[Sarah]

Oh my, I love this. XD Sonnets are fantastic, and one of my favorite forms of poetry to read. =) I love the two first lines "I'd love to tear your clothes off, oh my love / I'd dearly love to do it, oh my dear" Lovely. ;) I also enjoyed the repetition of words within lines, that made everything flow really well. Great job! ^__^