The Regius Professor of Logic
Enjoys professional respect
For the proper tightness of his thought,
So neat and so correct.
Progressing from simple axioms
To what they must imply,
He has built a rigorous system,
Yet today it suddenly strikes him,
A new logic might begin
With the sight of Louise as she strides from the sea,
And the taste of the salt on her skin.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, George Simmers would
be pleased to hear them.