Nerdy Limericks

In Atlantic and tropical climes,
The integers, addition, and times,
Taken mod p will yield
A full finite field
As p ranges over the primes.

A friend of mine -- Charlie by name
Is a strategist with deadly aim.
He wants you to know
(So I'll say 'ere I go)
That you, friend, have just Lost The Game.

The army had intricate plans,
but found victory snatched from their hands.
"You've run out of time,"
said their foe, "because I'm
in ur base, and I'm killing ur mans."

The meanings of "q" are replete
It denotes sometimes charge, sometimes heat
A quality factor
A phonon wave vector
Or just any coordinate you meet

In other chans people write limericks
But noone here tries it in fixedwidth
My job is far greater so my ultimatum
Is get the lengths right or be kicked

Null vectors have zero projection.
So you ask, "What can be their direction?"
They point any which way.
"That's magic!" you say?
Not really; it's just misdirection.

A dying mosquito exclaimed,
"A chemist has poisoned my brain!"
The cause of his sorrow
Was para-dichloro-
Diphenyl-trichloroethane

There was a chemist once from Lahore
But sadly the chemist's no more
For what he moments ago
Said was just H2O
Was really H2SO4

There once was a man who could boast
that due to his low latency host
when blog posts went down,
he was always around
to sit down and type swiftly "FIRST POST"

There was a young fencer named Fisk
Whose swordplay was agile and brisk.
So fast was his action,
The Lorentz contraction
Diminished his sword to a disk.