A Triangle falls in love
On a worksheet
The triangle looks over
At a trapezoid
And sees the potential
For forever fulfillment
Of the most tongue-twisting
Variety
The triangle cuts its corners
Removes its third side
And tries to become
Something similar to
The trapezoid
The trapezoid is given
The third side
While the two remaining parts
That now make up
The parallel lines
That used to be
A triangle
Eagerly await
A gift of similar sacrifice
The trapezoid surveyed the offer
And decided that there was nothing to be done
With another part
Other than become a pentagon
Which did not appeal to it in the slightest
It didn’t want to hurt the triangle
But it also realized that without that third side
The triangle would cease to be what it was
And whatever it loved about the trapezoid
Would also become extinct
After the addition and subtraction
Of their parts
The trapezoid would have explained all this
To the triangle
But homework was being done
And the worksheet was filled
With scribblings and erasures
They had to keep their distance
With a circle in between them
Monitoring the exchanges to be had
Between shapes and lines
The triangle noticed the trapezoid
Suspending itself near the triangle’s
Now lost part
And wondered why it didn’t take the opportunity
To transform into something new
But the problem was soon evident
As the trapezoid waited for a study break
And then kindly returned the missing piece
To its love-struck
And now heartbroken
Counterpart
The triangle wanted nothing more
Than to be scrubbed off the page
By a big pink block
Or a white spill
Or to have the paper underneath it
Torn off
And thrown in the trash
But as the homework was completed
The triangle reassemble itself
Back into its proper shape
Waiting to be handed in
To a teacher
Who would place a black check-mark
Next to it
When indeed it was given
To the teacher
And the mark was placed next to it
The triangle found itself
Mildly curiously about the mark
It had an interesting shape
So sharp
And its ink was a little darker
Than the triangle
Had been expecting
The check-mark seemed equally interested
In the triangle
And soon the two
Began conversing
While the circle was given a red “x”
And the trapezoid was crossed out entirely
The triangle and the check-mark
Agreed
That they should try to merge
Into a brand new shape
But they found
That one overlapped on the other
In such a way
That creation seemed lovely
But unnecessary
They could converge and separate
As they pleased
And neither would be the worse for it
At the end of the year
When homework was hung
Around the classroom
To show the progress
Of the students
The worksheet with the triangle
And its check-mark
Was placed prominently
At the front of the room
Where everyone could see
How correct it all was
How accurate
How it just looked right
And how it had been that way
From the very
Beginning
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