The Spice Of Space Poem by Norm Milstein
The Spice Of Space
Seize a circle, snatch a square,
Trap a zoid:
They're everywhere.
Let me know just who you am.
Send a parallelogram.
Bumble through an angle tangle.
Take a chance and try triangles.
Points and lines will give you space.
Nothing beats a curve for grace.
Play it fast and play it loose
With a hip hypotenuse.
Join this jazzy jamboree.
Jump into geometry!
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