Is Algebra fruitless endeavor?
It seems they’ve been trying for ever
To find x, y, and z
And it’s quite clear to me:
If they’ve not found them yet then they’ll never.
There once was a lady named Ferris
Whom nothing could ever embarrass.
‘Til the bath salts one day,
in the tub where she lay,
turned out to be Plaster of Paris.
An amoeba named Max and his brother
Were sharing a drink with each other;
In the midst of their quaffing,
They split themselves laughing,
And each of them now is a mother.
You don't have to be awake to be my man
Long as you have brainwaves,
I'll be there to hold your hand.
Tho' we just met the other day
There's something I have got to say...
Thank you, that's all.
They're tiny and chubby and so sweet to touch.
Soon they'll grow up to resent you so much.
Now they're yelling at you and you don't know why.
You cry and you cry and you cry