No not ever did he once <br />Nor ever again twice <br />And certainly not thrice <br />Like some trinity <br />Of sight impaired mice <br />Or fourth give <br />Seasoned advice <br />A quintessence of life <br />With hands held up high <br />“Give me five” they do cry <br />With sixth sense aroused <br />In meta’physical cloud <br />And twenty-four, seven <br />He’s working long and so tired <br />When rains, floods create <br />Wait for the eight <br />To row up to your gate <br />Whilst the ennead of gods <br />With Atum the prime <br />The most myth’o’logical nine <br />And finally reaching <br />A unitary thought <br />All this is but One with a <br />Gigantic big Naught.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-to-ten/
