Mr. Anonymous

Mr. Anonymous

“Cloaked in Lies”

In a class where numbers swirl and twirl, There’s a boy with curls, a charming whirl. Named after a sage of math’s grand lore, He weaves his tales, leaving friends wanting more. With arms that gestured and words that spun,…

“The Scholar’s Unrequited Muse”

In the halls of wisdom, where minds intertwine, A topper from the first, his heart did incline. To a girl he admired, whose answer wasn’t benign, Claimed by a boy from the third, in a twist so fine. His grades…