You know how the gals are.
Mine is an irrational little number.
She's a mathematician.
When she's feeling frisky
We play fractions.
We just have to decide
Who's the numerator
And who's the denominator
She's got a nice asymptote
And a couple swell bell curves.
Plus
She appreciates my angle of elevation.
She asked what my pronouns were.
I told her I was binomial.
I admit we cross multiplied
Which ended in long division.
She almost decided
To get an abacus
But changed her mind
And not long after
We had a beautiful recurring decimal.
So
I hope
We live
To the square root of infinity
Ever after.
About the Creator
Dan West
Just a minute.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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