How did you get here???

In realms of triangles, where angles hold sway,

Trigonometric functions come out to play.

Sine, the ratio of opposite side to the grand,

Hypotenuse, its partner, hand in hand.

Cosine, adjacent's embrace, a faithful friend,

Sharing the stage where right angles ascend.

Tangent, the dance of opposite o'er adjacent's might,

A fiery quotient, burning ever so bright.

Cotangent, the inverse, a mirrored delight,

Adjacent whispers where opposite takes flight.

Secant, the stride of the hypotenuse bold,

Over adjacent, a story untold.

Cosecant, the grand one, the opposite's guide,

Hypotenuse bows low, with nowhere to hide.

Exsecant and excosecant, names less well known,

Secant and cosecant, minus one they've flown.

Versine and coversine, the ones left behind,

One minus cosine, the other you'll find,

One minus sine, a complementary kind.

Haversine whispers, half the versed tale,

Hacoversine, covercosine, a geometric veil.

These functions all weave, a tapestry grand,

Of angles and ratios, across the whole land.

So next time you face a triangle's might,

Recall these brave players, and conquer the fight.