Rhyming Numbers Poem by Ken Rozen Meniano

When onecallsJuan, he never answersat once.
Whenthe two calls toyou too,he just toeand tow,
While watchesthat wonderful tree in a line of three,
It won't make you fourbecomes poor.
Whyhide thefiveand drive?
Six will bring you never to seek the sick,
But give you the seven heaven,
And feel the weightas youeat at eight,
Give me the lime in just only nine,
Untilmy pen will write "Ken"at the count of ten.