The scientist and the engineer
Though the abstract world hold dear
Oft will wander down the street
To creative works more concrete
The scientist and the engineer
Though the abstract world hold dear
Oft will wander down the street
To creative works more concrete
I ruminate I shall have to pass,
As your poem strikes me, alas,
Tis the sort of thing to bring
From men who can't sing,
And it's making you look quite the ass.
I met your AABB and raised you a Limerick, sir.
I'm sure you know what I'll ask next
As the random lass
Who called me an ass
How does a man sing in text?