This is a poem I wrote in Algebra, after straining not to think of Rockman X (it failed). I hope you like it!

I hate my Algebra lesson

And no, it's not because it's hard

It's from my craze of Rockman

(my brain needs a get-well card)

When the teacher speaks of "X"

(which happens so very often)

I snap to attention and think of him

(I'd be better of living in a coffin)

Then the teacher speaks of "Zero"

There's a guy now standing there

He's red (and he has got

The blondest, longest hair)

He might as well say "Sigma"

Or maybe even "Douglas"

Whatever the case may be

My poor brain needs a rest.

Even though I like the numbers

(and having 8 "X" couldn't hurt)

The teacher asks me a question

(in my mind, my chain he jerks)

"What is X times Zero?"

I must repress a laugh

I really don't want to know

(and I really must leave class)

Thank you, Capcom

For ruining my mind

For this is no rare event

(it happens all the time)