Cutlery glitters with silvery shine
Set at the table square in rhyme
Apples shined to mere perfection
Glasses glare with true subjection
A palace his home, a place alone
No one invited, his friends unknown
Butlers and maids count to plenty
Spouse not conceived, rooms are empty
The loved one he wed lies lonely asleep
Lack of affection, the deficit deep
Houston, London, Bonn, Agadir
His travels extensive to be at lair
On paper the figures, continuous rows
Transgressive calculations, third decimal shows
Graphs that jump in proud succession
From zero to thousands, this to that legion
Whatever he does, what he may attempt
He does to succeed, he does to contend
Too strict, too proud, his love life in shambles
He might be special, his happiness gambles
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