Lunch poems
posted on February 1, 2018


There was a young researcher called Titipat
he was trying to code in dot mat
The code didn’t work
and he went berserk
so people called him Matlab expat

There was a belief of Roozbeh(s)
That all went according to rule Bayes
At the casino, he lost money and didn’t find it that funny
Intuitions work better
Heuristic to the letter
Now never with stats he now plays