A Math Poem for Starters

I stare at the questions before me
A pi, a sine and a letter B.

I wonder what to do with them
And sigh as I pull my t-shirts hem.

My brain starts whirling in confusion,
As I try to prevent an infusion.
Of chocolate truffles and endless dreams,
Weaving into my head, just as my eyes scream.

They need to rest,
they burn so bad.
It would be best,
said my dad.