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