Mathematical Mischief

In a world of numbers, so divine,

Where mathematicians spend their time,

I'll spin a tale, a funny rhyme,

Of formulas and equations prime.

Once upon a time, in Mathland fair,

A triangle named Pythagoras did share,

His love for right angles and squares,

But alas, he had a bald patch to bear.

He pondered and plotted, day and night,

How to calculate his hair's frightful plight.

He tried Fibonacci, Pascal, and more,

But his baldness just grew, like never before.

Then came a mathematician quite sly,

With a glimmer in his eye, he gave a try.

He scribbled an equation, so bizarre,

Combining curls and numbers from afar.

Einstein's theory met Pythagoras' head,

"e=mc² for hair growth," he said.

The world stood in awe, couldn't believe,

That math could solve a hairy pet peeve.

The news spread wide, to every town,

Mathematics was now the talk of the crown.

People measured their locks, with tape and glee,

Plotting graphs of hair growth, oh what a spree!

But in the midst of laughter and math delight,

A teacher came forth, eyes gleaming bright.

"Remember, my friends, it's all in fun,

Math is beautiful, even when hair's on the run."

So, let's celebrate the numbers we adore,

The geometry, algebra, and even more.

And if your hair's thinning, don't despair,

Just embrace it proudly, with a math flair!