Mathematics is the science of patterns;
So is not for the idle or slatterns.
But now I love art,
The patterns of the heart.
No one conducts that with a baton.
Yet mathematics has got its attractions
I refer not to those vulgar fractions.
But several types of infinity,
Have their divinity.
Then we have perspective, and more, golden sections.
Add to that, we can say with great ease,
Circles and squares, nonchalant, tease.
Pi is a number
Transcendental with wonder.
As for e, then we’ll reach that by degrees.
Now logs have caused mental fits
Divorced brains and predeceased wits.
So I shan’t mention them today,
But let your minds play.
Algebra keeps some hearts frit
