Numerical hyperbole 


On days where coefficients become imaginary numbers,

You suspect that deviation is becoming non-standard,

That integration won’t coordinate your thoughts,

And that darling Nernst was potentially a trifle fixated.

On Sundays you’re worried about regression,

That backwards sloping tide of linear thinking,

Denying the possibility of a many-tailed fish.

But are your aquatic fears myopic twice-over?

You can ask me just one more time about the errors our ways,

I’ll even fetch you a cup of tea,

But please don’t test me,

I’m significantly more numerically challenged than you know.

(c) Accidental Tentacles 2017