how to solve a rubix cube poems

Though't I'd revive this after finding it in a Mad Magazine (231) that came
out of a box of crap in the attic...

"Last week I brought home Rubix Cube
To test my skill against it's might;
"Behold" I said "This silly toy-
"This plastic puzzle kids enjoy-
"I'll solve it in a night!"


The night flew by, the dawn arrived;
The cube unsolved, in disarray,
Rebuffed each hopeless turn and twist-
Brought aching to my hand and wrist-
As I worked through the day.


At last one side I lined up orange;
This seemed, at first, a great success,
But, lo, it brought little cheer;
The other five remained, I fear,
A multi-coloured mess.


Two days flew past, then three and four;
My work, neglected, went undone;
Though green lined up in columns true,
How come the red was mixed with blue?
Does Rubix call this fun??


A thousand times the cube I turned,
My fingers gripped around it's parts,
Until at last the truth set in;
I didn't lack the will to win-
I simply lacked the smarts.


"No more" I said to Rubix Cube,
"Shall you enslave me in your power;"
Thus liberated from it's hold,
I gave it to an eight-year-old
Who solved it in an hour."

another short how to solve a rubix cube poem:

There was a professor named Rubix
Whos work was remarkably cubic.
Though his puzzle was grand
He'd lost use of one hand
And never did solve his own Rubix