Metered Metric Space

The Metered Metric Space

Might be rare to write a poem merely to prove a point,
But I’m here to prove a theorem, maths and words are not disjoint.
Manifolds and metaphors, they seem mistakes to mix?
My my, you’re clearly new to meters and metrics, kiddo!

My rhythm is so radical with heptameter lines,
Not even the Lagrangian could minimise my rhymes!
I'll integrate so many terms into lines two to the fourth,
Best hold on to your integers and prepare to be floored!

I'll alliterate algebra, turn your products into powers,
Dual-wield bra ket vector spaces and personified flowers.
When I call mugs donuts it's metaphor and topology,
My Haikus so symmetric you'd think it's group theory.

Call me Euclid, how I'll be redefining the genre's meta,
Limitless in trying to be the best, so call me an epsilon-delta.
My words strike like functions spike, yup that's a simile,
I differentiate to the dirac, that’s why they call me Green.