Angles
When two rays intersect at a point
It is called an angle
It is found in many a shape
Like square and rectangle
So let’s journey through the realm of insanity
And meet their war-torn, weird family.
The youngest of the lot
Is called acute angle
Baby Acute is a cute angle
But dissatisfied with his allotted space
He fights with Right and Complete, you see
Always crossing the LoC.
The angle formed by a two sides of a square
Is known as right angle.
Everyone seeks out his counsel
For being Right, he is always right.
There is an angle called obtuse
It’s always very confused
Swinging like a pendulum
Undecided between right and straight.
He is also very sad
‘Cuz he’s never right
The one which lies down poker-stiff
Is the straight angle.
The victim of the two pendulums
Obtuse and reflex
Thank God, he is peaceful
Never hits his vicious bullies
He is always injured
For he is stiff.
The next angle is reflex
It is just like obtuse
Always, always confused.
Only it’s a bigger pendulum.
Never knows where to go
Towards right, or towards straight
Always at war with Complete and Straight
Wanting more space for himself.
Last of all, comes the complete angle
The mediator for the general public
The Mahatma Gandhi of the Angle family,
Granddad Complete is always stopping riots
Wearing the orange dress of a monk
Ensuring the peaceful norms.
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