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.

Irene C S ClarkHogg

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