Steellover

Oh dear Mistress, you give me fright

I'm even worse at math than Jack White

Write down things I don't understand

I'd rather be hit with your ruler if that was your plan

Oh how I'd have loved to be in your class

To feel the sting of your ruler on my bare assymptote

Instead I'll solve your puzzle like a good boy

You are so hot, I'd be your favorite toy

To tease and to teach while I kneel at your feet

But instead you order me, "class take your seat!" 

My real math teachers were not as beautiful or fun, 

but the answer, by the way is... Ten Point Six zero two eight seven five two one!