_A Spoof, a la Blake: The Combinatorics Exam_
Final, final, burning bright,
Terrorizing day and night,
What all-knowing sage (not I!)
Could learn these "chains of symmetry"?
How can my weary, blurry eyes
Make antichains of these "Ai"s?
How all this could Prof. desire?
This situation's getting dire!
Worry jabs my pounding heart;
Why'd I major not in Art?
'Tis midnight -- I trod, on stumbling feet,
Kitchen-wards, more Ramen Noodles to eat.
What devious and twisted brain
Came up with a Symmetric Chain?
It baffles me; I fear I grasp
None of this stuff. With my last gasp,
I take my seat, I hold back tears;
These Finite Sets shall scar us for years....
Why, oh why must this final be?
Did they who made Term Breaks make thee?
Final, final, burning bright,
Terrorizing day and night,
What sage could "A" a test (not I!)
On these "Chains of Symmetry"?
J. Horne