Posts tagged ‘poem’
Finals are just around the corner, and another semester will soon be in the books. Here’s a poem to relieve the tension for all of you preparing for final exams — whether taking or administering them.
Late in the fall semester,
Dressed in suede and polyester,
I was thinking ‘bout a theorem I’d derived;
So drunk was I with mathy passion,
Into the gutter I went crashin’,
And a pig came up and lay down at my side.
Yes, I lay there on my rear end
With my stinky, pinky new friend
When a woman passing by did softly say,
“You can tell a mathy creep
By the company he’ll keep” —
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
I don’t want to, but I gotta…
We lay side-by-side in the gutter for quite some time — swine and co-swine.
Winner will be announced below; but first, I’ve got to say this:
May the Fourth be with you.
Congratulations to Lucie, a student in Russ Holstein’s class. She was one of 36 entrants in the Humorous Math Poem contest, and her name was randomly selected to receive a signed copy of Math Jokes 4 Mathy Folks. Lucie’s entry was a haiku:
Don’t be dramatic;
It is just mathematics.
Easy: 1, 2, 3.
[Editor’s Note: The middle line was changed from, “It’s just…,” to, “It is just…,” to give it the requisite seven syllables.]
Other noteworthy entries were the following:
I’m sick and tired of finding your x.
Just accept the fact that she is gone…
Move on, dude!
Oh, these numbers make me whine!
I am really doing poor.
If I learn this, will I shine?
Dear Aunt Sally,
Please excuse me
For not following the rules;
I don’t have the right tools.
I have a really geeky clock;
It has a special chime:
At 2, 3, 5, 7 and 11 o’clock,
It shouts out, “It’s prime time!”
And my favorite, which seems to be a commentary on standardized testing…
Today we had a test, it was mathematical.
Which is very tragical.
And wasn’t all that fantastical.
I rather it be biographical.
Does it come from the capitol?
April is Math Awareness Month, National Poetry Month, and National Humor Month.
I tried to run a humorous math poem contest last year, and it was a remarkable failure. There were only two entries, and one of them was submitted after the contest ended. The winning entry can be found at the link above; the other, submitted after deadline by Chris Smith, is worth sharing, too:
Some folks, they dream of wealth and fame,
Or that some girl would know their name —
Pathetic! I reserve my slumber
For imagining my favourite number.
As rapid movement stirs my eyes,
No need for me to fantasize
Of infinitely distant wishes.
Instead I feast on π — delicious!
Not very good at learning lessons, I’m trying it again. But this time, I’m letting the good folks in the Thinkfinity Community run the contest, and maybe there will be more entrants when it’s announced to their 50,000+ members. That’s where you can learn more about this year’s humorous math poem contest, and you should post your entries in this discussion forum. If you’re a math teacher, you might also want to check out the discussions in the Learning Math group.
Got math? Got rhyme? Got iambic pentameter? Then let the world share your treasure! Post your entry here.
I’ve been thinking about dates recently. No, not the really horrific evenings that women used to spend with me. I’m talking about calendar dates. And I’ve been thinking about them a lot. Like several-hours-per-night, going-to-bed-much-later-than-is-prudent a lot. More on that in a future post, though. For now, here’s an odd little poem about today’s date:
Two, four, six, eight —
A four-digit number that’s really great!
Now multiply by nine, and you’ll calculate
The value of today’s calendar date!
Big props to my friend and colleague Fred Dillon for pointing out this cool fact.
In translation: 2,468 × 9 = 22,212, which is today’s date, 2/22/12.
Of course, you could make a Magic Heart for your special someone. But if Arts ‘n Crafts aren’t your thing, just copy one of the following poems onto a blank card, and your sweetie will be swooning!
Roses are #FF0000,
Violets are #0000FF,
Hexadecimal is awesome,
And so are you!
Roses are #FF0000,
Leaves are #00C000,
We express colors
In powers of 16!
What’s that? You don’t speak RGB? Okay, then try this poem by Michael Stueben called Valentine:
You are the fairest of your sex,
Let me be your hero;
I love you as one over x,
as x approaches zero.
For my money, though, the best math love poem is “Square Root of Three” from Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay.
Maybe you’ve been together a long time, and you no longer need to woo your sweetie. In that case, just make him or her smile with this poem from John McClelland…
A lady of 80 named Gertie
Had a boyfriend of 60 named Bertie.
She told him emphatically
That viewed mathematically
By modulo 50, she’s 30.
Or perhaps you’ve just gotten out of a relationship and are currently single. Here’s a poem you can send to your ex.
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
Our love is like a poem
That doesn’t rhyme.
Or maybe you really don’t feel like celebrating. You’ve been jilted, and you are officially anti‑Valentine’s Day. The following MJ4MF original poem might be more to your liking.
My belief in love was completely destroyed
The day you ripped out my cardioid.
Your actions and words never equated;
Your emotions, randomly generated.
Up and down again, like the curve of sine —
My screwed-up, degenerate Valentine.
So I’ll tell you abruptly, and this you can quote:
F**k this day, and kiss my asymptote!
Yesterday, I received an email from Jims Maher containing the following joke, which he said he thought up yesterday in a real “facepalm” moment:
There used to be seven bridges in Königsberg.
Two were lost to war. Another two were demolished in peace.
So what does that leave us with?
A slippery slope.
Coincidentally, Jims was also the only entrant in the MJ4MF Humorous Math Poem Contest. (I will assume that everyone chose not to submit an entry because I announced the contest on April 1, so all of you thought the contest was a joke. Please allow me to harbor this delusion — it’s easier on my ego that way.) Consequently, a signed copy of MJ4MF is on its way to Jims. He said that he plans to “put it to good use as a prize in some fundraiser.” I like your style, Jims!
Because enquiring minds want to know, here is Jims’ award-winning poem…
Start at One
Numbers are counted.
One, two, three…
But some numbers are skipped,
It’s plain to see.
We never count zero
Because it’s not there.
And the imaginary numbers
Are as visible as air.
It is only the natural numbers
That we will count,
From one on up
To any amount.
However, the last number
Can never be known,
Because you can always add one,
However high that you go.
And so we keep counting,
From one, to two, to three…
With the natural numbers we keep counting,
From one to infinity.
Forgive the commentary, but I could not help thinking about mathematical definitions when reading Jims’ poem. According to Wolfram MathWorld,
The term “natural number” refers either to a member of the set of positive integers 1, 2, 3, …, or to the set of nonnegative integers 0, 1, 2, 3, …. Regrettably, there seems to be no general agreement about whether to include 0 in the set of natural numbers.
Similarly, the James and James Mathematical Dictionary gives three different definitions for whole numbers: The set of positive integers 1, 2, 3, …; the set of nonnegative integers 0, 1, 2, 3, …; and the set of all positive and negative integers …, -2, -1, 0, 1, 2, ….
The Collatz Problem goes by many names — some call it the 3n + 1 problem, though it’s also called the Hailstone Problem, Hasse’s algorithm, and others. The Collatz Problem can be stated as follows:
Let a0 be a positive integer. Then, an = 0.5an – 1 if an – 1 is even,
and an = 3an – 1 + 1 if an – 1 is odd.
The Collatz Conjecture states that no matter what number you start with, the sequence will eventually reach 1. Originally posed in 1937 by Lothar Collatz, the problem is still unsolved.
Randall Munroe stated the following truth about the Collatz Conjecture at xkcd.com:
In line with this week’s earlier post about the MJ4MF Humorous Math Poem Contest, the following poem about the Collatz Conjuecture comes from poet and retired mathematician Joanne Growney. Growney uses a slightly different statement of the Collatz Problem; in her version, an = 1.5an – 1 + 0.5 if an – 1 is odd.
A Mathematician’s Nightmare
by JoAnne Growney
Suppose a general store —
items with unknown values
and arbitrary prices,
rounded for ease to
Each day Madame X,
keeper of the emporium,
raises or lowers each price —
divide by two,
while odd ones climb
by half themselves —
then half a dollar more
to keep the numbers whole.
Today I pause before
a handsome beveled mirror
priced at twenty-seven dollars.
Shall I buy or wait
for fifty-nine days
until the price is lower?