Your idea stirs inside my head,
as I greatly await your birth.
Without you my major is dead,
and I sit here without worth.
One day in the future soon,
I shall teach about your form.
Knowledge flowing like a typhoon,
students minds will transform.
Back to the present,
as I sit here and think.
Rearranging words, trying to invent,
almost successful, on the brink.
Finally my masterpiece is done.
“Ha-ha poem, this time I won!”