There was a technician named Pope
Who plugged in to an ocilloScope
The cyclical trace
Of their carnal embrace
Had a damn nearly infinite slope
(I'm getting my coat before I mention a technician named Yuri.)
There was a technician named Pope
Who plugged in to an ocilloScope
The cyclical trace
Of their carnal embrace
Had a damn nearly infinite slope
(I'm getting my coat before I mention a technician named Yuri.)