'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.

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