Found Poem:  The Dodecahedron Road

Each road divided, But connected together
Solid surfaces constructed
of a large assortment
of peculiar angles
of many-sided shape
Lots of which ways to travel
On many roads:
Miles,
                                          Feet,                                                                                        Rods,
                                                                                    Yards                   
                     Inches,
                                                                                                      Half Inches,
all terribly confusing.
One must travel nimbly ahead,
or in circles along the same road.
one must take a look
at everything around,
advised by some sign pointing
clearly stated directions
As if in reply to a question
not inquired, but recited
again and again
while talking to yourself
On the Dodecahedron road.