Gary Ge 8E - Poem

Seashells I met a new friend, Her name was Mary, She enjoyed to count, Her attractive seashells.

The proble m she had, Without definition, Was the unfortunate fact, That she forgot how to count!

A wise man walked by, And she asked him for help, The wise man replied, And they started to count.

Sadly for Mary, The man was not blunt, He liked to pla y tricks, On young boys and gals.

"Start with a bunch," "Multiply that by two," "Oh, just wait a second," "Now divide that by two!"

"Now subtract that by one," "A nd you've got your first value!"

"Now, dear, new value."

The wise man said, "Take the same bunch," "A nd add it to two."

"A nd that's the second value," "Simple as that!"

Then Mary shouted, "A re we done yet?"

The wise old man winked, And replied with a "Soon."

"Now, my dear girl," "Multiply the initial value," "With the second," "A nd thereŠs still a step to go!"

Mary felt depressed, But the man didnŠt care, He said: "Now, for the final value!"

"Get the bunch again," "Subtract it by two," "Square it once," "A nd minus that from the first set."

"The answer will be nineteen."

"Now, tell me, Mary," "What is the value of the bunch?"

Gary Ge 8E