An algorithm.
Asked one windmill to another. The windmill responds, "I'm a metal fan."
To which his friend replies, "No, it's about four and a half feet."
I asked. He replied, "A Major engineering feet."
Because they don't believe in higher powers
He worked it out with a pencil.
Only $3,200" Dude it's literally a piece of fruit "Damn....not again"
He wanted to know how it felt to take part in a Soup-er Bowl!
Man 1: *Sighs* " I guess i'm just having some problems with my inner-sole "
When you ask the patients "what's the problem " They'll say "nothing"
Ironic
Before writing the poem, he felt he had to do some sole-searching.
One who could read, one who could write, and the third to watch over those two dangerous intellectuals.
One's an algorithm, and the other's an Al Gore-ism!
With an electorate blanket.
Their lips are moving.
Student: H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O. Teacher: That's not what I taught you. Student: But you said the formula for water was...H to O.
Because off sequence, Yoda was.
