I used to dream lots while awake.
But ,unusually, I never spoke
Till I called “immemorial”
In a tutorial.
I realised I needed a break.
I then met an old Cambridge don.
Dr Leavis in his person.
He was a great critic;
Perhaps too acidic.
Then a wind blew and Leavis was gone.
We were studying topology algebraic
It’s new, though it does sound archaic.
Then harmonic series,
Which led to some queries.
Like,what is Ptomelemaic?
Isn’t that a beautiful word?
My spelling verges on the absurd.
Still,patterns attract me;
Men might distract me,
From what acts have never occured.
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