sugar-glider

Child of Loki, giant's spawn, Odin's doom in wolfish form. Evil-born or betrayal turned? By the Gods and people spurned. Judged, tried, convicted through their fear, of the threat you might be some future year, They chose to bind you strong and fast, though they knew it could not last. They told you it was just a game, something to test and prove your name, they'd tie you up in every fetter, but none could hold you any better, Like silken threads you snapped each one, steel and stone were soon undone, finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin, yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within. Your suspicion roused, you tried to

Staring blindly at the table, Nothing here makes any sense, ink patterns pool on paper, calculator cool and tense. These aren't numbers, this is greek! and the greek reads like latin, the answers stick to my pen, like a cherry in Manhatten. Number 4...I think I know this! Wait, oh no! It went! Please memory don't leave me, to additional torment! No use, I can't remember, Quadratic coughed and quietly quit, Differential felt indifferent, Sin and Cos just won't commit! Well I'm out of the equation, and I'm going home to bed. My headache is multiplying, Next year I'll take English instead!