Thomas W. Epp, Math Center
I wrote my note on a Möbius strip;
Stuffed in a Klein bottle,
I sent it off on an Escher sea.
“Help”, it said, “I’m stuck in an infinite loop!”
I waited and waited until one day
My note washed back to me.
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