IN RESPONSE TO A REQUEST FOR SHORTER POEMS…
MATHEMATICAL PROOF OF THE EXISTENCE OF GOD or
There was a young man from Belfast
At the end of the day...
© Elwood Herring
I searched for a month
But could not find
A word that rhymed
With Month…
What a dunth.
Mathematical Proof that God Exists (for the sake of search engines)
Said God to the World's scientists
"Find me proof that I really exist"
After years of research
(And a grant from the Church)
They concluded that 00 = epi^i
(Okay it doesn't rhyme but it's mathematically profound - and it's my own equation © Elwood Herring 2004)
(See this page for some mathematical stuff)
Who ran so excessively fast
He went out today
In the usual way
And came back the night before last...
(Note - This is actually my very first poem, written when I was about 12 years old!)
I HATE that cliché!