She said

diago
She said a sandwich cut in half
Would make the sandwich bigger.
I jokingly began to chaff,
Her math was lacking rigor.

Noticing her fail to laugh,
Reopening my spiracle,
Reminding her again that math
This way was well a miracle,

I mentioned then on His behalf,
Loaves and fishes multiplied.
But she had chosen golden calves
Keeping her from His beside.

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