Inspired by Math with Bad Drawings, here a trio of my own limerick creations:
Two circles surrounding a square
Was more than the poor thing could bear.
It made itself fetal
‘Til planar was hedral.
Cylindrical nets are a snare!
Isometry! Great celebration!
But tragedy followed elation,
When off of the grid
The image got slid.
The pre-image — Lost in translation.
A circle can hardly afford
To argue with segments, good Lord!
When a disc meets a line
It is far more refined
When instead it is seeking a chord.