A couple of limericks from a *fantabulous* book I have, cited below. The first is about the mathematician, whose name is pronounced "air-dish," who is the subject of the book. There is more info about said legend and this limerick here.

A conjecture both deep and profound

Is whether the circle is round.

In a paper of Erdös,

written in Kurdish,

a counterexample is found.

A graduate student at Trinity

Computed the square of infinity.

But it gave him the fidgits (sic)

to put down the digits,

so he dropped math and took up divinity.

And finally, to reward your having read this far and also to complete this odd little segue from math to religion, two **special bonus limericks!**

There was a man who said, "God,"

It has always struck me as odd

that the sycamore tree

simply ceases to be

when there's no one about in the quad."

"Dear Sir, Your astonishment's odd;

I am always about in the quad:

And that's why the tree

will continue to be,

since observed by

Yours faithfully, God.

All limericks from

Hoffman, Paul. __The Man Who Loved Only Numbers__. Hyperion: New York, 1998.