Little Jack Horner
Sits in a corner
Extracting cube roots to infinity,
An assignment for boys
The will minimize noise
And produce a more peaceful vicinity.

Automation
Is vexation,
Quaternions are bad;
Analysis Situs
Is only detritus,
I wonder: Have I been had?

Little Bo-Peep
Has lost her sheep,
The radar has failed to find them.
They'll all, face to face,
Meet in parallel space,
Preceding their leaders behind them.