ANGLES

When two lines meet,
An Angle's made,
Depending on direction...
Different values,
In degrees,
But all with some perfection...

This angle's acute,

This one's obtuse,
And this one is 90 degrees,

Acute- very small!
Obtuse- it will fall!
Bent back,
Like a tree in a breeze..
It's good to see,
Old Mr. Right,
90 degrees-
Let's swim!!!
He stands up straight,
His lines intersect,
Like tennis court lines at the gym...
Angles can't angle,
Which means they can't fish,

And angles can't grant you a wish...
Angle's no ANGEL,
Or circle or sphere,
And can't be served as a dish...
There are all sorts of angles,
For all sorts of needs,
Angles on dogs,
On all sorts of breeds...
Surrounded by angles,
I think what I've found,
Without all these angles,
Life would be round...