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My Favourite Number



I have a bias.
Strong.
It won’t hurt no one.
You’d agree with me,
If you were particularly fond,
Not of strawberry or raspberry or blueberry pie,
Nor of being earnest to the word as pi,
Rather,
Of an entity whose self-esteem,
Has been suppressed to the extent
That steam,
Fountains out of its very cap.
And it adds up to a lot more than
That.
Well,
Let’s give the suspense a couple of seconds more,
It won’t hurt, really
No.
Well, well,
The celebrity is...
Well,
Number Four.

The anti-climax,
Is impossible to bear.
Truth being,
Four,
Is lucky to me.
Yes.
But it adds up to a lot more than that.

I know that everyone has a lucky number.
But how am I to impress on you,
That I have a certain association
With Number 4,
And how much it is to say,
That said?
Well, to cut a long story short,
You’ve heard of partners.
You have.
Don’t lie.

Stout partners, bearded,
Lank ones with moustaches,
Short and plump ones,
Trustworthy and,
Not so.
Number Four’s mine.
We tag around,
At every mission,
And to top it all,
With no commission.

Number Four.
Ah,
Agent 4.
He’s blue.
He wears no suit and tie,
That’s too pi.
His fashion is simply
Pyjamas,
Twice his size.
Well, so when you meet him,
Remember,
There’s more to Agent 4,
Than eyes.

Well,
Coming to the treaty
The bond
That we have sworn by.
Agent 4,
And I.
Whenever trouble knocks the door,
Happy consolation.
At an unwelcome maths score,
A pal with whom to ration.
When I’m upset,
And no one’s by,

Number 4,
Is around to back me.
No shinny.
No shy.
As good a friend
As I’d ever find.

What I do in turn
Is no surprise.
I help Agent 4,
On Mission Ice.
In Math Class
When the numbers are alive,
I’m talking to my buddy,
Through the precipice,
Of each page.
I’m so busy,
Helping him,
Overpower the 3s and 7s,
(They’re the worst, sorry!|),
That Agent 4 begins to leave
His trademark
In threes and sevens,
On my page.
I might be doing the math
Right, just now,
But,
If you wonder why,
I just can’t get the math right in class,
You know
Why.
It’s a mutual bond.
But
It helps me
Both ways!



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