This is a poem I wrote on my Calculas test today, and my teacher is Mr.Willard. If you know some type of advanced math, it may be funnier (as opposed to not knowing, then you may not understand what Derivitive, Integrals, or Magic Boxes means). I find it funny, and i hope he did too (perhaps some bonus points?).
When the subtle wind blows
When the moutain weeps
And the sea trembles
You will find him.
Among the weeds and worms
On the highest tower
In the lowest dungeon
You will find the wizard;
The wizard some call Willard.
Some dare not speak his name
Lest he get angry!
He used his magic boxes
To hold back the chaos
When functions only begetted more functions
And when imaginary numbers were real!
But only Willard understands his own logic
For us mere mortals to attempt to understand?
It would drive us insane!
Watch out, he'll derive you
Until you're only a constant
Not even an integral will save you.
He waves his white wand
On a board of logic
If you stare too long, your eyes will bleed.
He'll give you limits that don't exist
Or perhaps they go off to infinity
Thank Willard for l'hospital!
What is this? He's dividing by zero!
It is from this wizard that I come to understand
The universe, which in his own words
Is a nightmare!
Some don't know how the universe came to be
But I do...
In the beginning of it all, there was Willard.
Amen.
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