Logarithmically Speaking Poem by Patti Masterman

Pattern recognition is what allows me
To identify what could be a spider
Without doing lots of complex geometry
To avoid what could be a biter.

I can recognize early signs of illness
In a child, especially mine
When the pattern deviates from wellness
And red bumples appear, over time.

Service in a restaurant might be bad
Depending on the waiters bearing
I'll probably leave there feeling had
But resist an impulse of swearing.

When blind dates have had bad endings
Those first few minutes will reveal
All those things you now realize
You can't stand; but never knew until-

It's all just patterns; there is no need
To take it to heart, take it personally
I realize I'm bound to fall in love with you
Cause you're the best pattern, logarithmically.