O my, dear Robert <br />it burns to see you <br />have moved to fifty-six <br />from fifty one. <br />So much for 'nipulation <br />and blatant uh, uh <br />I could have told you. <br />Perhaps the big old liar <br />who did accuse <br />would now be quiet. <br />And my computerman, <br />a gentle bloke <br />said that this can't be done <br />was it a joke?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fiddling-figures/
