(Poem No.51 of my favourite short poems)
A Poetic Formula
A dozen, a gross and a score
Plus 3 times the square root of 4
Divided by 7
Plus 5 times 11
Is 9 squared
And not a bit more.
This ingeniously composed equation and the accompanying verse is quoted in Gyles Brandreth’s 2015 book ‘Word Play’ (Coronet Books – Hodder and Stoughton), as a composition by the playwright, Tom Stoppard.
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This is great. With a mathematical formula he has managed a fun and rhyming poem.
Never seen this before.
And number 9 has a unique position in numerology.
Thanks for the share
miriam
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Glad you found it fascinating, Miriam, as I did also.
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All them numbers Roland, they make me feel queasy. Nice poem, although my head started hurting after the second line.
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A hurting head is an occupational hazard with a lot of poetry, Davy.
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Agreed Roland, but poetry with Maths in. This boy’s worst nightmare.
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Try thinking of it as Maths with Poetry in, Davy!
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You should have been my teacher Roland.
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I’d have thought you’d be good at maths, Davy. I was always led to believe that I could count on a policeman.
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15 Love Roland. I can’t argue with that.
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