**A poem on the fact that a tangent to a circle is perpendicular to the radius drawn to the point of tangency.**

A point outside a circle,

shoots out two lines

one heading for the center

the other more feline

smoothly kisses the curve

That delicate swerve

of the ball and then, abruptly

turns to the center,

making an angle

and meets the first

which went on straight

To thus form a triangle.

The angle formed by the tangent

And the other line, the radius

the mathematical mind sees

is exactly 90 degrees!

And funnily enough, it doesnâ€™t matter

where the initial point is, the starter

Where-ever it may be

(as long as it is outside the circumference)

The angle will always be 90!

Did that make sense?