Isosceles <br />was watering <br />his hypotted-nuse <br /> one day, <br /> <br />When a witty, <br />wily Pythagorsaurus <br />wandered out his way. <br />'A theorem for my hearem, ' <br /> Isosceles did say. <br /> <br />'Why Sir, I fear <br />that you will hear <br />your roots are very rare. <br />It seems that they are growing, <br /> but all of them are square.' <br /> <br />'Eureka! ' <br />cried Isosceles, <br />'Eureka and Eurare! <br />We must the news deliver <br />to the house across the square. <br /> <br />To leave a <br />note for Archimedes, <br />Who will one day be there, <br />To tell him why the triangle <br /> turned out to be a square.'<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-acutely-obtuse-pythagorean-lyric/
