I recently came across this Poem by British palindromist Leigh Mercer (1893-1977):
A dozen, a gross, and a score,
Plus three times the square root of four,
Divided by seven,
Plus five times eleven,
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
Whenever I come across little quips like this, I’m always skeptical. Is this just something fun to say, or does it actually make sense? Well I immediately got to work, and here’s the actual equation: Read the rest of this entry