There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he’s a college professor.
There once was a lady, Ilene,
Who liver on distilled kerosene,
But she started absorbin’
A new hydrocarbon
and since then she’d never benzene
I’ve been studying all night and I’m tired,
But I can’t sleep because I’m so wired.
So I’ll play on the net
‘Stead of going to bed,
And my tests will seem a quagmire.
There once was a young man of Trinity
Who found the root infinity.
But the digits
Gave him infinite fidgits,
So he dropped math and took up divinity.
Now if V over P be inverted
And the root of P be inserted
X times into V
The result, QED
Is a relative, Einstein asserted.
There once was a guy named Bret,
Who went on the INTERNET,
And sent an e-mail
to his beloved female
Who never loved him, yet.
A man called Fiddle,you see,
Was a student of divinity.
“When I graduate
‘Twill be my poor fate
To be known as Fiddle D.D.!”