It may be just a mathematical abstraction to you, but a straight line has feelings too. This particular one is lonely . . .
I’m just a plain, undeviating, regular straight line,
But single, so I’m looking for a mate;
I’d like to meet another one with qualities like mine.
I’m not in any hurry – I can wait.
Though lots of other lines have crossed my path from all directions,
I haven’t met one yet that’s turned my head.
I’m looking for a rectilinear home for my affections
Then, maybe, the day will come when we’ll be wed.
Perhaps I’m just too choosy, but so far it seems to be
Impossible to make my life complete:
The only lines I fancy are all parallel to me –
There’s no way we are ever going to meet . . .