Petrarchan sonnet
Italian sestet
The classic scholars always taught
their pupils that the world was flat.
The ancient Greeks, changed all of that
With mathematics and deep thought
the geometrics they had wrought.
Some strange new ideas they begat
arriving at a concordat
The world was round they did exhort.
Now ever since those days of yore
when thinking men proved doctrine erred.
The wisest scholars held their tongue
and just repeated what they’d heard.
Did not claim to know the score.
We hold this right, until proved wrong
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Thank you for this poem an honor indeed Ivor! *10*! ! Best always! ! ! Friend Thad