ONE.
And too,
do TWO.
Try and see
triple, be
number THREE.
You ask what for
do digits soar?
No fear, there's more,
they're reaching FOUR.
The digits are live!
Hands-on-math, they strive,
like little kids who
on fingers add two
on to three for FIVE.
Between seven and five
is a number betwixt.
Two times three is a snap
for math'matical tricks.
Oh! The wonders don't cease
for the great number SIX!
A perfect number, listen,
in shining beauty glisten.
September winds from heaven,
in autumn leaves are fallen,
upon a stone engraven,
in number set is given,
for prime's the number SEVEN.
A number all appreciate
except math'matical ingrates.
Made of the finest flour: wheat,
like French croissant, a tasty treat.
For those whose brains have just been docked,
the number's nine with one bit knocked.
Two raised to power three? Just wait,
it's equal to the number EIGHT.
My ship's set sail in this weather fine;
throw me a line, 'tis a pirate time.
I say "enough" for the seas are rough,
the goin's tough, so I takes no gruff.
With hardy crew who do hardly whine,
we search the seas, pirate gold to find,
on treasure map, right where X the sign,
tells where to dig, pirate chest is mine.
Pieces of Eight! And plus one is NINE!
For math'matical thoughts beyond my ken,
a romantic sonnet I'll try to pen.
"How do I love thee?" Uncountable, when,
I love thee way more than ten to the ten
(that's one with ten zeros after it, then).
I think ten fingers will come to an end.
A poem that long would drive me insane;
math'matical joy that none can contain.
For figures of math, let's hear it again,
a round of applause for the perfect TEN!
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Now join me for dinner my perfect TEN, |
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