I was going to dare and swim,
a T-shirt is all I'm gonna win.

The roses belong to the fields, the pigs belong to the sty,
the horses belong to the stable, the stars belong to the sky.

I've got cokes and beers,
get a glass and...cheers!

There are things I ignore, I don't have a clue,
I need to stick them to my mind, got glue'

I don't believe in deep love verses,
nor green forms from other universes.

My rhyming is not so polished nor refined,
it's just like a flying saucer you can't identify.

My lady is always saying "boy, you're cool",
behind my back, she takes me for a fool!

You have been busy rhyming
while I have been dining.

Dear lady, you were out dining,
while these verses, I was refining.

Refining, my foot!
These rhymes are no good! (jejeje)

And speaking of dining,
I'll get a cup of coffee, the moon is arriving.

I am on the chat...
don't you want to come
to join the fun'

In my experience, high school texts are very sloppy when it comes to mathematical terminology. Perhaps that's why the slight distinction between "range" and "image" is important in my mind. In the high school where I taught, the geometry text said (well, implied) that a square is not a rectangle. (Actually, a square is always a rectangle [4-sided polygon with four right angles], but a rectangle may or may not be a square; I say this just in case the words don't translate directly to Spanish.) You should try to teach from a text like that, and instill any sense of reasoning in the students. To quote the professor in the Chronicles of Narnia: "Logic! Logic! What do they teach them in these schools'"

No way, sweet is the rhyming,
I don't need chatting.

Better verses I have heard
From cows lowing in the field
You have no gift for the written word
And thus I think, you should yield