The Cube And I - Poem by Jarrod Wakefield
Last week I bought home a rubiks cube
To test my skill against its might
Well I said this silly toy
This plastic puzzle kids enjoy
Ill solve this night!
The night fled by the dawn arrived
The cube unsolved in disarray
Against each turn and twist
Gave me an aching wrist
As I worked through the day
At last I lined up one side orange
At first this seemed a great success
But it bought me little cheer
But the other five remained I fear
A multicolored mess
Two days flew past then three and four
My work neglected went undone
Though green lined up columns true
How come red was mixed in with the blue?
Does rubik call this fun?
A thousand times I turned the cube
My fingers gripped around its parts
Until the truth at last set in
I didn’t lack the will to win
I simply lacked the smarts
No more I said to rubiks cube
Shall you enslave me in your power?
Thus liberated from its hold
Gave it to a eight year old
Who solved it in a hour
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