There once was a fellow named Stokes

Who hid things with fogs and with smokes.

But then our young man

Taking hold of his fan,

Cleared the air with a couple of strokes.
*--- Literary Group*

Said a very nice chap 'though Viet Cong,

Since our area's infinitely long,

It's likely that you'd

Be inclined to conclude

That it's infinitely big, but you're wrong.
*--- Anon*

A fair maid from North Minnesota

Was drawing a steep assymptota.

When it got way too high,

She murmured bye-bye,

And mourned not a single iota.
*--- Anon*

There once was a doctor named Suli,

Whose lectures were always unruly.

His straight evolution

Of the general solution,

Has nothing to do with Bernouilli!
*--- Kieth Gordon*

Said a ship-shape fellow from the Congo,

"Since our area's infinitely long-o,

It's likely that you'd

Be inclined to conclude

That it's infinite; but you'd be wrong-o.
*--- Anon*

A hardworking lady from Brackley

Spent a day working out Pi exactly.

But that night at half ten,

She was found by a friend,

With her brain all fried up and gone crackly.
*--- Philip Valentine*

A mathmo with sudden propiety

Felt he lived all his life much to quietly.

But he found out too late

Though he can differentiate,

He can't integrate into society.
*--- James Cobb*

A young man named Kenny Mackenzie

Had trouble computing ln z.

He breezed through the r-part,

With the slickness of pop-art,

But the theta-part gave him a frenzy.
*--- Anon*

If n in a Taylor series

Goes 2 to 11 by threes,

For x = 1,

Convergence is done

'Twixt zero and two, I believe.
*--- Eric Struckoff*

Said a technique freak named Zeke,

"If you think sine-saving is chic,

And you want to save

Yourself from the grave,

Try cos and tan and sec."
*--- Anon*

A professor of math at Dundee

Said, "If I were to pee in the sea,

The expression I'd take

For the difference I'd make

Is (dh by dv) delta v."
*--- B H Jarvis*

A darling named sweet Clemintine,

Said, "First sine, then cos, then sine;

And the minus and plus

Make everything wuss.

Can it not make up its mind?"
*--- Anon*

Diff-ing x to the x is fun.

Change the n to n-1,

Then go back to n

And use it again,

In front of it all, and you're done.
*--- Anon*

There's a general rul for all this,

(In case we have a pop quiz):

N steps down two ways

For the rest of its days,

And x remains right where it is.
*--- Anon*

"Than receive, it is better to give."

Also, "Live, live, and let live."

These are words to clutch

But not quite as much

As "velocity equals deriv."
*--- Anon*

(d.e.'s - differential equations)
*--- Anon*

(e to the pi ith = -1)
*--- Andrew Yeats*

(d.e.'s - differential equations)
*--- Anon*

An exam my poor friend had to write,

In a subject that gave him a fright.

So he snorted a line,

To cut down sleep time.

And his math he did study all night.
*--- Anon*

My asking produced a "Don't do it!

I went into the test and I blew it.

My high did abate

At the word 'integrate'.

And I soon realized that I knew shit."
*--- Anon*

These guys are as busy as beavers.

They've got the Monday morning fever.

They just grow, grow, and grow.

They're never zero,

And they don't remain one for long, either.
*--- Anon*

God! Calculus! Pascal! This stuff

For me is proving too tough.

I'll drop out of U

And opt for a screw --

Fuck my teachers -- they've screwed me enough!
*--- Nik Synytskyy*

There's no need to respond with ferocity

If you've asked to find group velocity.

Take the derivative in k

Of omega -- hooray!

At k-average, you'll find that monstrosity.
*--- Andrew Yeats*

A student from Pembroke once said,

"I'll take my mathmatics to bed.

My girl isn't willing,

But still I want thrilling,

I'll integrate, quietly, instead."
*--- Andrew Stoker*

A function was feeling inferior;

Its life monotonically drearier,

Till at length with a yell

It jumped straight into L

And converged to the limit superior.
*--- Leo Mosher*

(Non-linear difference equation without chaos)
*--- Literary Group*

(Area between curves)
*--- Anon*

Mr Leibniz would often proclaim,

"Indiscernibles must be the same;

The components of all

Are extentless. I call

These things 'monads'. And God is to blame."
*--- Anon*

If you think that your paper is vacuous,

Use the first-order functional calculus.

It then becomes logic,

And, as if by magic,

The obvious is hailed as miraculous.
*--- via Rex Allen*

"The calculus! Plain as can be!"

Isaac Newton complained, "Can't they see

That though Leibnitz's clients

Claim he founded the science,

The hun really stole it from me?"
*--- A N Wilkins P8506*

A mathmo with sudden propriety

Feels he's lived all his life much too quietly.

But he finds much too late

Though he can differentiate,

He can't integrate into society.
*--- Anon*

"Extremize f," said the text.

I at once (partial f/partial x)'ed.

I zeroed that, sighed,

(partial f/partial y)'ed,

But solving the two had me vexed.
*--- David Morin et al*

To see how an economy grows,

With cycles whose cause no one knows?

Our speaker has news

Of delay Diff EQ's,

And he'll tell us with math, not with prose.
*--- Literary Group*

We can plot and plot 'til we plotz,

But we've got to plot the right spots,

Or those lows and those highs

Could elude us like flies;

Likewise the flips and the flops.
*--- Anon*

If your thesis is utterly vacuous,

Use first-order predicate calculus.

With sufficient formality,

The sheerest banality

Will be hailed by the critics: "Miraculous!"
*--- Henry Kautz*

A man had a certain evasion,

For solving differential equations.

He used random numbers,

To cover his blunders,

And the answers caused quite a sensation.
*--- Anon*

Rinky, dinky, dinky,

G provides the link-y.

But the x and the f

Are not to be left,

Unless you run out of ink-y.
*--- Anon*

A strapping young woman named Evvie

Was handed a solid of rev-vy,

And asked for the volume.

She answered, quite solemn,

"It's not very big, but it's heavy."
*--- Anon*

Oh pity the poor lonely guy;

His ex ran away with his y.

Then z came along

But then done him wrong.

Then his one-and-only turned bi.
*--- Anon*

Than receive, 'tis better to give.

Also, live, live, and let live.

These are words to clutch

But not quite as much

As velocity equal deriv.
*--- Anon*

"Who needs calculus, Click?" ranted Clack.

"Differentials are gears at the back,

And a limit's a speed

That you cannot exceed;

So what use is this calculus track?"
*--- Prof M-G*

Answered Click, "Knowing calculus, Clack,

Helped them optimize speed of attack

And direction of hit,

As they skewered your skit

By bombarding your web site with flack!"
*--- Prof M-G*

There's a general rule for all this,

And it's something you don't want to miss.

N moves up and down

Without making a sound,

And x stays right where it is.
*--- Anon*

Wrote the tiresome Pierre de Fermat:

"I've proved a great wonder. Hurrah!

The proof written large in

This very small margin,

'S too long, so omitted. Ta-ta!"
*--- James Albert Lindon P9507*

A challenge for many long ages

Had baffled the savants and sages.

Yet at last came the light:

Seems old Fermat was right --

To the margin add 200 pages.
*--- Paul Chernoff A*

Rational, modular, cohomologically,

Wiles and Taylor prove they are the same.

Modular, rational, nonarchimedian

Methods now justify Fermat's old claim.

*--- Anon*

The proof of the claim of Fermat,

Is truly a marvelous tract.

Did Pierre tease us all

'Cause the margin was small,

Or his writing was much much too fat.
*--- Barry Mazur*

With a little ingenious phrasing,

The proof's detail is not quite as dazing.

It's enough just to dream

Of a finite flat scheme,

And to say that the proof is amazing.
*--- Alf van der Poorten*

No higher power can ever be,

The sum of two of like degree.

That shouldn't be too hard to see.

*--- Joseph Shaya A*

We take an elliptic curve E,

And consider the points killed by 3;

This "rho" must be modular,

And by facts which are popular,

The proof of Fermat comes for free.
*--- Jeremy Teitelbaum*

A mathematician named Wiles

Overcame the severest of trials.

He, amidst great eclat

Proved "Theoreme de Fermat"

And provoked a succession of smiles.
*--- Geoffrey A Kendall*

Fermat's Last Theorem beguiles.

It appeares to be suited to styles

Of diligent toilers

Like Gausses and Eulers,

So it yielded to Andrew J. Wiles.
*--- Cyber Geezer*

And Wiles's wild flings.
*--- Joe Silverman*

Sir Wiles wrote home to his mama

And said, "I've improved Taniyama."

His mother replied,

"I am filled with such pride...

And to think, I once changed your pajama."
*--- Johathan Matte*

(somebody please explain - McW)
*--- Jonathan Matte*

With an integer greater than two,

It's something one simply can't do.

If this margin were fat,

I'd show you all that;

But it's not, so the proof is on you!
*--- Ted Munger*

A mathematician named Wiles

Had papers stacked in large piles,

Since he saw a clue

He could show Fermat True,

Mixing many mathematical styles.
*--- Jonathan Harvey*

He labored in search of the light,

To find the cricial insight.

Young Andrew, it seems,

Had childhood dreams

To prove Mr. Fermat was right.
*--- Jonathan Harvey*

He studied for seven long years,

Expending much blood, sweat, and tears.

After showing the proof,

A skeptic said "Poof!

There's a hole here," raising deep fears.
*--- Jonathan Harvey*

This shattered Mr. Wiles's belief;

His ship was wrecked on a reef.

Then a quick switcheroo

Came out of the blue,

Providing his mind much relief.
*--- Jonathan Harvey*

Mr Wiles had been under the gun,

But the obstacles blocking Proof One

Fixed a much older way

From an earlier day,

And now Wiles has his place in the sun.
*--- Jonathan Harvey*

Fermat said the proof was too large

To fit in the right or left marge.

True, back on the paper

Or proof made to taper,

Might help, but he said, "I'm in charge!"
*--- Marion Cohen*

Now Wiles didn't mind paper waste.

In fact, it was true to his taste

To use up whole reams

To live up to his dreams,

And he crossed out instead of erased.
*--- Marion Cohen*

Fermat was all snickers and smiles

As he smugly stayed clear of the aisle,

And he thought, "They'll be glum

But the proof will succumb,

Though it's going to take quite awhile."
*--- Marion Cohen*

"My butter, garcon, is writ large in!"

A diner was heard to be chargin'.

"I had to write there,"

Exclaimed waiter Pierre,

"I couldn't find room in the margarine."
*--- Everett Howe et al P0201*

A mathematician named Wiles

Came up with a proof for the files.

He stretched Fermat's margin

And managed to barge in

Where others lay felled on their trials.
*--- Matt Perriens*