This poem was inspired by Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616.
Shall I compare thee to a Quant Professor?
Thou art more helpful and more specific.
Doru's slides doth confuse my lowly brain
And recitations in 510 hath distracting, humorous memes.
Sometime too complex a TA's explanation
And often is my comprehension nonexist't,
And every session from session sometime declines,
By chance, or likely, predictably, because I can't focus,
But thy eternal Magic Quant Chart shall not fade...
Nor lose possession of that fair thou w’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’t.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.