• Emma Rounds

    ‘Twas Euclid, and the theorem pi
    Did plane and solid in the text,
    All parallel were the radii,
    And the ang-gulls convex’d.

    “Beware the Wentworth-Smith, my son,
    And the Loci that vacillate;
    Beware the Axiom, and shun
    The faithless Postulate.”

    He took his Waterman in hand;
    Long time the proper proof he sought;
    Then rested he by the XYZ
    And sat awhile in thought.

    And as in inverse thought he sat
    A brilliant proof, in lines of flame,
    All neat and trim, it came to him,
    Tangenting as it came.

    “AB, CD,” reflected he–
    The Waterman went snicker-snack–
    He Q.E.D.-ed, and, proud indeed,
    He trapezoided back.

    “And hast thou proved the 29th?
    Come to my arms, my radius boy!
    O good for you! O one point two!”
    He rhombused in his joy.

    ‘Twas Euclid, and the theorem pi
    Did plane and solid in the text;
    All parallel were the radii,
    And the ang-gulls convex’d.

  • Precise Tweet

    @JamieFro: Someone recently told me: “We’d have less arguments if you weren’t so pedantic”. I replied, “Don’t you mean ‘fewer’?”