A Sonnet Ode to Statistics

Our universe holds magic. There's a rule

you only hear about in high school, though

ubiquitous as mankind's greatest fuel

for what prognostications state we know.

It's called the central limit theorem, best

seen through resulting curves we call a "bell".

Go sample something randomly in test,

then plot its frequency: the center swells.

When finite mean and variance exist,

a normal distribution oft results.

Do not forget poll averages consist

of this entire histogram. Insults

my brain when headlines cry black swan events

from polls sans intervals of confidence.

Thanks FiveThirtyEight for the inspiration.