I'm theoremed out
There is no doubt
I'm x-d and y-d and z-d
For Wiles he is the real deal man
For taking Fermat's seed
It grew and grew
before he knew
And years had flown away
But elegance was what he sought
to prove it, in his way
The first attempt
was a preempt
for what was sure to come
He thrilled the world and humbly knew
he'd conquered that old sum
1 comment:
But luckily, you're not poetried out.
Tres amusant. :)
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