Poem
Archimedes' Breakfast
Creativity Humor Literature
When Archimedes ate his Wheaties
He liked to watch them float.
He’d hypothesize about their size
And the time they’d take to soak.
Thus occupied one day, he sighed,
“I have no room to gloat.
I dream of lakes of cereal flakes
When I should be building boats.”
On this day historians say
The scientist unclothed
Found his purpose as the surface
Level lowered while he rose.
This intuition began his mission
To make bigger, better oats
And with a taste, the milk displaced
Went sliding down his throat.