Carolina Riemann

Carolina  was the daughter of Riemann.
She often went around with no shoes on.
When the cat bit her toe
It angered her so
She pushed it through the mirror again.

Although Herr Riemann was her father,
She did not like him or maths either.
She loved to write verse
Exceptionally terse,
And she always wanted to know  about whether.

Riemann had four sons and four daughters,
But Carolina was the one most sought after.
She had golden blonde hair
And a complexion so fair
But good luck was not, alas, what this brought her1

She married a man from Tasmania
Who won this fair maiden’s favour.
But he was a geometrician.
What a frightful profession
For a lady with severe erotomania.

He studied poor Carolina’s naked form,
As he wanted to learn figure drawing.
He reduced her to a series
Of ellipses with queries.
For marriage this is not the norm.

Caro would have preferred to be a hyperbola.
If she had to be something curvobala
Hyperbolas are eternal
At matters diurnal.
At love they are very superbola.

I like Carolina in my mind.
For a girl she was exceedingly kind.
She helped her old dad,
When his mirror made him sad.
And his cat was trapped there behind.

His first cat was named Madame Zeta.
And I never knew a cat that was neater.
She made her own bed
And combed her furry head.
Her one grief was not having a person compute her.

His second  best cat was a male,
Which had a long and multi-striped tail.
He named it Zero,
And it became a hero
For studying the geometry of whales!

You recall how the cat went through a mirror,
While Prof.Riemann was having his dinner?
He tried to get through
With a tube of UHUH
But in Wonderland there are no winners.