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I have long been a fan of Christian Bok’s work Eunoia and I was inpired to write math-themed poems that are vowel-constrained. Technically, I shouldn’t be including the letter y, but I’ve allowed myself that creative license - it was hard enough as it was.

A

Math acts as a canvas,
Draws abstract art and stands back.
Talk arcs as far as an arctan can.
That’s a fact: sans daft “facts”
Math can adapt.

E

Hypernets deftly represent every extreme
Vertex, edge, set, hyperdegree…
They keep three-peer effects, seen by sets.
We tether the sphere by dense webs.
Meets end; delete edges.
Detect schemes between dependent types,
Lest we never see the energy between these essences.

I

Limits ill fit digits, I insist.
Nil, infinity, it is tricky.
I think whilst spilt ink drips.
I sigh, digging in with lips tight.
I find intrinsic inklings within
Hinting I’m limiting it.
Thinking, inklings irk.
I finish, piling my scribblings in mini bins.

O

Lots of moot log-log plots fool bots.
Topology’s hot - hosts of tools from homology open doors.
Mod two ops for low-cost loops
Tools for droll proofs show strong pros or lots of goofs?
Work’s too wobbly to hold. Oops. Poof.
Good work lost on trolls.

U

Just crunch sums
Slurm stuck but Ubuntu runs
Hunt: bugs turn up
NULL…nuts! (cuss)
Dumb luck trumps gutsy truth bursts
Push/pull; full Chung-Lu runs
Must numb num crunch.

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