Mathematical Idiot Poem by Raghavan Warrier

On that cursed date
As I was getting a little fidgety
With my throbbing eccentricity.

She told me to hold back
Until she has figured out
The cube root of infinity
And I accepted it with dignity.

Papers rolled on and on
With figures of eight side on
I couldn’t hold back my yawn.

She didn’t have much fun.
But she went on until it was dawn.

I took my leave cursing all gods for my destiny
She could not figure out the cube root of infinity
But she sure could protect her precious virginity.