A mathematician from Bath
In Bethesda, one Seth met his death
smoking meth, which arrested his breath.
Seth's obit express’d
sev’ral shibboleths: “Rest
grant him, Lord” -- plus (unt'ward...?) “More is leth.”
pads a a most misanthropical path.
Waxing angry, ofttimes
he's found casting out primes.
We in Bath flee the wrath that he hath.
Says a mirthless flat-earther from Perth,
“I see breadth -- i.e., width -- but no girth.
Lacking visceral fitness,
my fate’s been to witness
such dearth since my unworthy birth.”
Waxing angry, ofttimes
he's found casting out primes.
We in Bath flee the wrath that he hath.
Says a mirthless flat-earther from Perth,
“I see breadth -- i.e., width -- but no girth.
Lacking visceral fitness,
my fate’s been to witness
such dearth since my unworthy birth.”
In Bethesda, one Seth met his death
smoking meth, which arrested his breath.
Seth's obit express’d
sev’ral shibboleths: “Rest
grant him, Lord” -- plus (unt'ward...?) “More is leth.”
A Christmas wreath vendor from Meath
gathers heather on Godlingston Heath,
where he harvests the gorse --
and the goosegrass, of course, which he clips with his lips or his teeth.
