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Mama, mama ...
I got a triangular problem
And I need you
to give me the square deal truth
Straight honest for real, lying foolproof — 
it’s a rectangle of a mess
I’m trapezoid in a love box,
never thought it would get to be this obtuse
Having parallel realities
is splitting my precious time 
Got me pillow turning cycloidal up and down,
going out of my equilateral mind
My scalene thoughts 
is moving into acute stress zones
I’m at a congruent loss,
what in the trig is going on!

Mama, mama ... 
in matters of the heart,
you’re smarter than me
So I’m asking you
would you help me please
This problem’s circumference size
has gotten too radius wide
It’s gonna swallow me elliptic whole,
body and soul
The X and Y factors are:
my woman and her best friend
Just a few days ago, we were all sitting so close — 
facing each other, so perpendicular
I took a wrong hexagon segment sight vector approach,
when my middling eyes made a slight right angle turn
Had an unintended plane innocent peek
at her best friend's curvature bosom blossoming

It raised the room temperature ninety degrees,
and the melting regal rhombus walls of civility 
came tumbling down
From the skin ratio of my woman’s frown,
I could feel the isosceles burn
Oh, why ... oh why didn't my vertex eyes
make a fast oblique left turn
Such a tricky Euclidean dilemma,
dummy me didn’t quickly learn
I feel like I Archimedes screwed up,
didn’t study 
octagon situational etiquette hard enough

Mama, mama ... enlighten me,
help me solve this bio-thermal geometric equation
Would you Einstein me with some Solomon persuasion
This parallelogram thing is troubling me so;
it’s very vexing, problematic emotional ...
I believe only someone polygonal wise as you might know,
to help me get out of this love maze circle 
My girlfriend, she’s one gorgeous looking woman,
and her best friend, she’s beautiful as a triple ten
When we all get back together again,
how should I break the ice ... 
put their dual spherical distrust to an end

Oh, Mama, mama ... 
you’re so concentric wise,
thanks for the hyperbolic advice
So you say,
start our soiree 
with a pure grape juice toast:
Tell my special lady,
she’s the most beautiful host
Gaze lovingly only at my girlfriend,
and say: Marilyn, here’s looking at you
Then without turning my eyes, 
say to her best friend:  
Miss Monroe, here’s looking at you too 

The ending to this poem was inspired
by the scintillating poem, "Glow Worm"
by the talented poet Jannie Breedt
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