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a jolly darling right angle went straight out of the lateral box

fed up with grinding a living on the periphery of pure reason

he thought back to his square roots and longed for a change


his strict Dad Monty Pythagoras had been rather level headed

had equated logic premises and conclusions with happiness

a refined man steeped in knowledge in search for great virtue


his Mom Pi however never lived up the promise of her name

strayed from her calculated path of predetermined precision

abandoned caution and boredom and soaked in a bubbly bath 


Archimedes my arse I can’t throw the baby out of the water

had a fling with Plato in his cave and settled for the kitchen

made the best strawberry crumble from recipes of her aunt


Little Monty Pi enjoyed whipped cream and emotion much more

than obedience and hypothenuses and left mere equations behind

licked off the whisk and dreamed of the perfect circle for good


vanilla emotions danced with sweet sugar candy mountains as

his feelings submerged into a fantasy world coated in cinnamon

he was warned that he might have eggy intuitions on his face 


for shells would easily crack and ovations weren’t perfectly round 

but his world was not flat anymore and he wished for perspectives

of a different kind than sitting in the lost corner at ninety degrees


if you can stand the heat you should remain in the bakehouse 

savour cookies or condensed milk tarts for such exquisite cuisine

beats mere cognition and the dour fragrance of stale rationale


Mum chuckled while Dad despaired and took out his slide rule

proposed that life was no honey pot and cooking was effluvium

misleading and not up to the fine task of consequential virtues


but like most kids he would only listen to what he wanted to hear

put Nirvana on the headphones and closed his mind to objections

eventually he learnt that life was really a giant rigged rollercoaster


maybe the strawberries were laced with psychedelic truth serum

or the icing on the gateau was to abandon forethought and planning

most of all that he was neither circle nor angle and just needed to be


30th August 2020
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