Ode to Pythagorus

When cleaning up our spare room, I found this poem I wrote in year 9 maths class. I presume it was a boring class. Looks like nerdiness has early on-set...

Ode to Pythagorus

O Pythagorus, I love thee
Let me count the ways
For your beauty and your genius
I shall love for all the days

Your mind and your body
Have endeared you to me
That a squared plus b squared
Is always nothing but squared c

For you have brought men off the street
To give up the smokes and drink
And to go home of a night
And do homework and think

But you too have your hidden life
And we have seen the light
That you were a fraud
And a clumsy transvestite

But these are your qualities
Qualities that attract us
Even though your name was Betty
And not Pythagorus