This fun poem was written during a very boring stage in my young life when I was an office clerk at the Belfast Corporation Electricity Department's Power Station West - 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 needed 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.
0, 1 and 9
decided on the plan
to make the great escape
but they needed 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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