Plane Geometry

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.



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