
‘Teaching Maths’ … Collage by Clive Butler – c.1984
NUMEROPHOBIA
When numbers leap up at me
I often feel scared;
They can be aggressive
Render thinking impaired.
I try not to fluster
To think these things through,
But I can still end up muddled
Not having a clue.
In the shop I try hard
To keep check on my spend,
But I’m easily distracted
And I have to pretend
That I know what I’m doing,
Mind and brain won’t agree;
Are two for the price of one
Same as buy one get one free?
When I’m with my bank statement
Checking up what I’ve spent,
Deducting those refunds
Allowing for rent,
Assuming some interest,
Checking those bills,
It gives me a headache –
Cue for some pills.
Life should be much easier.
If only I’d been
An attentive student
I could have foreseen,
That time spent with maths
In school in my teens,
Might have paid off –
Unless it’s my genes!
Three score years and ten
I will not see again;
At least I know that
My bible’s my brain.
My life is a number
Too large to keep count
It’s approaching seven dozen –
I demand a recount.
From the man who is the Maths guru!
Maggie x
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Surely a man is allowed a little poetic license, Maggie.
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Words and numbers must be a bad mix Roland. It is hard to believe you are approaching 50, you don’t look old enough.. Enjoyed the poem by the way.
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Thanks for your comment, Davy. You’ll have to guess just how much of my poem is poetic license.
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What a poetic way to celebrate numbers…beautiful.☺
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Many thanks for responding, Mich.
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This raised a smile. I’ve often thought supermarket shopping would be so much quicker if I didn’t have to spend time working out whether the deals were actually deals. 🙂
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Many thanks for your response.
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