the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




WORK
BY PAUL MCCORMICK

USE THE POEM BELOW TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM

The weeds were growing just outside the circumference of the sleeping man's dream.
When they knocked on his door he awoke.

You will be punished for this, said the weeds.
For what? said the circumference of his dream now dissolving.

For not substituting a large enough number for the radius to include us, said the weeds.
You mean diameter, said what was left of the circumference of his dream nearly gone.

No, we mean radius! said the weeds.
Okay, okay, said the man now alone, I was dreaming.