A short tale of Geo, Hyper, and Parallel
and how they attempted to fool Euclid, and Descartes,
by sneaking off from school and across its yard
Once upon a late Spring Evening,
the classroom suddenly seemed vacated,
Euclid was up at the board,
talking about this and that,
turning around, discovering his best was a miss,
he turned seeing that Calculus,
was dozing on the back row,
notorious for being an instigator,
yet, he was there.
Euclid called for the truant officer,
sending him to look,
with him finding the trio,
down by the duck pond.
He thus asked of Geo,
why he was not in school,
Geo me try,
he did reply,
queried of Parallel,
oh, do you want me,
to hand you a line,
last was Hyper,
with the look of his eyes,
the officer knew he was in space.
By the neck,
the trio was hauled to old Descartes,
the principal and who had the rule,
saying to Geo Me try,
next speaking,
about Parallel Lines,
seeing that Hyper
was in space,
time was a waste.
Where ever we go in life,
we will encounter this trio,
Geo Me try,
Parallel Lines,
and Hyper Space,
they will always play with our minds,
thanks to Ms Stein and her roses,
we still can rhyme.
A blog overran by a redbone hound w/his thoughts being paramount to all the coons in the woods. W/constant commentaries to everyone I pull off the road and talk to...last night in Starks, was a bonafide local outside the Quick Stop on his paint; I made an attempt to inquire if the paint took reg. or unleaded. Roscoe had to chip in, thusly setting the blue-heeler off, what a choir, a dodge ram overwhelmed by these two...have mercy on this poor cowboy. (cajunbobpoetlariate@gmail.com)