To a Mad Physicist

Men made computers and color TVs with
microwave minds.

A malefactor of the new math
he scrubbed floors
and used a pocket calculator.

The issue is Centrifugality, my good sir,
and a Centipede impedes my way!

Infinity is a misprint
in Heaven
said the
Universe.

A flea will flee at three
said the knee in the tree!

In his haste the chaste man ate some paste.

I was fed in the red bed said ned in his shed
to Fred.

A frothy sloth who hath no math
hath great need to take a bath!