Some people play the numbers game, <br />become obsessed with threes and fives <br />and then consider it a shame <br />that others live numberless lives. <br /> <br />You leave the womb with one-two-three, <br />there is a number on your door. <br />Your feet are measured regularly <br />and human games all have a score. <br /> <br />Your car may go to two and twenty, <br />you defecate in only minutes, <br />your bank account contains a-plenty, <br />most things in life have certain limits. <br /> <br />So, right you are to look at figures, <br />at some o' them more than at others. <br />If you go south you don't say 'niggers' <br />they're boys and girls and mainly mothers. <br /> <br />The sixty billion supercells <br />your brain has wisely in reserve, <br />can handle sight and sound and smells, <br />they oversee each single nerve. <br /> <br />But, don't forget! There are nine numbers <br />and not just 2 and seven combined, <br />it's just as if you pick cucumbers: <br />You get confused, they're intertwined. <br /> <br />So, twenty seven is the past. <br />It brought success to you at times, <br />but also watched you have a blast <br />with little reason and no rhymes. <br /> <br />Another chapter has begun, <br />is ushered in by twenty eight, <br />predicting quality and fun, <br />we're positive, there's no debate. <br /> <br />And then, before you even know it <br />another number comes each year. <br />So, on your birthday you can throw it, <br />the old one, while you have a beer. <br /> <br />All six of us say Happy Days <br />and all the best for countless seasons! <br />And, as you travel through the haze <br />you see the light, you know the reasons. <br /> <br />The gods had mercy, they smiled on you, <br />they're planning now for little sprouts. <br />The question that we put to you: <br />Willl they be known as Aussiekrauts? <br /> <br />So, rest assured, wer'e NOT behind you, <br />as you've come back into our middle. <br />So take the place that was assigned you <br />and play NEW numbers on your fiddle.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-b-p-the-twenty-seventh/
