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.