Photo from Mike Flemming’s blog.Will post link later
Personally.I hoard hordes of admirers’ letters by my bed in a big box to read when bored by what I see on the blackboard in my head.That’s the fate of beautiful maths teachers.So many admirers, but so few understood my love of pi.Actually, nobody did. I think I was abnormal but never mind.
Usually, I hoarded my pocket money but when Mum said that hordes of barbarians were coming to the football match.I decided to spend it all before they arrived Never did chocolate taste so good.Then I felt sickened by my greed.Then I must have died as I can’t recall anything else.
When hordes of men walked to the town hall, the Mayor took all his hoarded goodies and fled.East I think.
When I am bored I write poems on a board.
Have you anything to declare? Yes, God is Light
How did you weigh him?
You can’t weigh light waves,
How about particles?
They move so fast!
How my heart sings 