This fun poem was written during a very boring stage in my young life when I was an office clerk - sometimes time dragged and imagination headed towards the surreal. One day I stared at a calculator and...........
0, 1 and 9
decided on the plan
to make the great escape
but they need helping hands
3, 6 and 8
were happy to connive
and they managed to convince
2, 4 and 5
After much discussion
with a serious harangue
7 with reluctance
joined the numbers gang
In the office lunch hour
from a crack under the plus
the digits made their getaway
minus any fuss
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