The Topologist's Song

“The universe may have a complex geometry—like a doughnut.”—news report*

Hard by the backyard door, the iron kitchen range

scoffing orange crates and coal, Mother fried donuts

on it, upping them with cinnamon-sugar glaze.

The cosmic sous-chef thus sautéd a pocket's change

of stars—no amateur content with half-baked mutts,

the dear!—back in cuisine's antediluvian days.

So it is now. Of the great hypersphere, it’s strange

to say, the volume—2π2R3—is assigned donuts,

too, whose holes are infinitely small. God so toys

with those swopping souls in the toroidal exchange

we call the world. All those who are not wise are nuts.

How like you that, O gourmandizing girls and boys?

*https://www.sciencenews.org/article/universe-geometry-doughnut-physics?mc_cid=efc6a86999&mc_eid=ad6a8f5ad8