Triangle, rigid geometric trio
Scalene, equilateral, isosceles
In a perimeter and area scenario
Pounding my pate beyond the era of Pericles.
Pentagon, regular or irregular
Floats and ferments five sides
Into a pulp granular
At low and high tides.
Frustum, left over
Dangling at the bottom of the cone
That severed the clover
Devoid of stone and scone in the Mathematics zone.
Volume of solid of revolution
Gibberish middle minds don't comprehend
Snapping cerebrae and hippocampi in search of the solution
They can't apprehend.
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