Along the river’s strange snakey path

I walked the rocks thinking of math,

the exponetial, division, log,

a simple mindly treasure hog!

 

But when I pressed my walking luck

and pressed into the river muck,

the differential was in my thoughts

as I calculated what I was taught!

 

The mud was related to the stress

of all the numbers I could test,

and press them into wordy mess

is all that I can do best!

 

 

Dave Barber

Fun Poem

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