I hated fractions in school.
Things were nice and simple whole;
Numbers stood alone or side by side,
And even after a divide,
They agreed around a point,
But fractions fraction wholesome math.

A simple give and take
To Share a base in firm foundations
Balanced like an equal yoke,
Like a sea-saw shared by us both.
Where one is lifted by the other,
N’ two are added in total one.

Like clocks that share a maker’s mark
Both with faces twelve hours round,
Their life unwinds like gears,
But if one is worn with years
Will they ever agree to point?
My time’s been set to that church bell chime.

I’m more experienced with fractioned math,
It doesn’t bother me like it used to in class.