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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem