Some of my former students inspired rhymes. All limericks are written with affection and not intended to offend. Please notify me with objections or other comments.
| Katie
There is a math student named Katie who sits through her classes sedately. But out with the crew she rows 'til she's blue. Someday they will end up in Haiti. © 2001 m. hale |
| Candice
Candice was one of my students whose demeanor, in truth, wanted prudence. When discussion ignited, she'd get real excited, adding more than her lawful two cents. © 2000 m. hale |
Heather
There was a math student named Heather who wore shorts in all kinds of weather. She'd wrestle her proofs to the mat with no goofs. 'Stone Cold' couldn't do any better. © 1998 m. hale |
| Lauren
There was a young student named Lauren who followed the steps of Maclauren. In Logic she shone, but Real made her moan. Those epsilons must have been borin'. © 1998 m. hale |
Jeff
I once knew a student named Jeff who majored in math and C.S. His interest had wings, he learned many things. But for grades he couldn't care less. © 1998 m. hale |
| Matt
There once was a student named Matt who was pretty good swinging a bat. But math caught his fancy (or was it just Nancy?), and now he's an expert in stat. © 1998 m. hale |
Lara and Ciara
A student I had was named Lara, another, improbably, Ciara. One studied quite hard, and one was a card, but each had a devilish aura. © 1998 m. hale |
Is anyone else sick of two-party politics?
| The Donkey
A big-hearted liberal was Stan. With passion he made a plan. "If you knew what I knew, you'd think like I do. State schools are essential, my man." © 2000 m. hale |
The Elephant
Bill was the conservative kind. To progress he was a mite blind. "Old values are best, they've passed the time test. Jane, bring me a scotch to unwind." © 2000 m. hale |
In 1986 Halley's Comet made one of its periodic appearances. Much anticipated by scientists and citizens and bally-hooed by the press, it was pretty much a fizzle when it arrived.
| In Search of the Comet
This thing called Halley's Comet, I wouldn't wish upon it. I'd hesitate to base my fate or even comment on it. I doubt if you could pawn it, this fuzz-ball of a comet. Passers-by it might pause to eye it, but who would really want it? The media will flaunt it; some fool will write a sonnet. We looked high and low for the promised show, and there it was, dog-gone it. © 1986 m. hale |