Numbers Are Slippery Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

Numbers Are Slippery

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Numbers Are Slippery.


I thought numbers were quite simple,
Just additions and subtraction;
But life’s numbers are quite different,
And they drive you to distraction.


One plus one makes two, they said;
That was what I learned in school;
But Mum says her and Dad are one,
So that must be a different rule.


Then, the two that’s one created me,
So that made us two or maybe three
But no, Mum said we are still just one
Because we are a family.


My Dad bought Fred, my kitten,
And I thought he would make us four;
But Fred is now called Fredrika,
And seven is our total score.


Oh, I am fed up with numbers,
So, I’ll be like Alice’s queen;
My numbers will be just like her words,
And mean what I say they mean.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ben Gieske 04 August 2009

Numbers certainly can be interesting and there are so many things we can do with them. I was surprised to learn not all that long ago that, for a long time, there was no use of zero as a number, and that the concept of the zero is believed to have originated with the Maya Indians of Central America before the A.D.300's. The Hindus developed the concept independently several hundred years later and the idea spread from India to Europe during the late 1400's. Maybe it should be called just a digit and not a number.

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Bob Gibson 11 January 2009

Loved it! definatly a catch 22 situation

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