Two Limericks

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There was a man named Pythagoras
Who once munched on a chocolatey torus
But the sweet sugary excesses
Made him middle-part his tresses
And he created an equation for us.


On one fine day did Descartes
Take the night bus to Stuttgart
But the rectangular coordinates of the place
Put a grimace on his face
With a heavy heart did he depart.