The Lighter Side of Engineering

By: Andy Gallagher, Undergraduate in Materials Science and Engineering

There once was a kid falling asleep

In a class about stresses on beams,

A contest of poetry,

For engineers only,

Was the answer to his wildest dreams.

There once was an engineer named Brad,

Whose major was picked by his dad,

Brad hated equations,

Switched to education,

And now Brad's glad dad was sad.

Avagadro was a very smart man,

With way too much time on his hands,

Six point zero two three,

Times ten to the power of twenty-three,

I'll never need to know that again.

There once was an engineer named Steve,
. . . . .

He tried all the math,

The math kicked his ass,

So he switched his major to humanities.

There once lived a professor named Orange,

Whose name wasn't conducive to poems.

There once was an engineer who liked physics,

He understood Newtonian mechanics,

His confidence was high,

But one day it died,

When he had to learn quantum mechanics.

There once was a 5th year engineer,

Who had to start worrying about a career,

He heard that his degree

Would earn him lots of money,

But the Army was all he could find that year. . .