Poem -
Math
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to mind numbing math.
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Comments
Oh, have mercy, Allen!
I can't count sheep--sagaciously slumbering or otherwise--because I suffer from Ovinaphobia, or the morbid fear of sheep!
Those beady black eyes, that pinkish, flesh-tone face....ewwwwwwww...gives me the heebie-jeebies, for real!
Other than that, I enjoyed this "thinking man's poem."
~Dean :)
Hi Allen, I love this poem. Pinned.
It reminds me of part of a poem I wrote on another site
Please excuse my language.
- Syd
Actually I hate MATH but you make this sound fun!!! well written!!
Thank you Faith