Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

The faces change - the looks don't.
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by Carl Sandburg

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
Arithmetic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
    many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven -- or five
    six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
    to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and
    you can look out of the window and see the blue sky -- or the
    answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again
    and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
    double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
    and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
    what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply -- and you carry the
    multiplication table in your head and hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you
    eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the
    other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
    offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
    Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she
    gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is
    better in arithmetic, you or your mother?


  1. Hey, where's Lisa? I haven't had to brave the VGW for a long time! Lazy football Sunday here - hope yours is the same!

    Cute kids, Jim...

    Since you brought up math, how about a few lines from Jimmy Buffett on the topic?

    If necessity is the mother of invention
    Then I'd like to kill the guy who invented this
    The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
    A regular algebraic bliss.
    Let's start with something simple
    Like one and one ain't three
    And two plus two will never get you five
    There's fractions in my subtraction
    And X don't equal Y
    But my homework is bound to multiply

    Math sucks (math sucks)
    Math sucks (math sucks)
    I'd like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much!
    Math sucks (math sucks)
    Math sucks (math sucks)
    Sometimes I think that I don't know that much
    But math sucks!

  2. Oh, and I THINK it's Nancy's birthday today....? At least my calendar thinks it is. If it is, hippo birdie, NP! And if not, well save the wishes for when it is...

  3. Slept in for a once, if not quite six is sleeping in.

    50 word goal x 50 days-- DONE so math poetry fits quite nice.

    Texas was inconsistent but pulled it out, last night.
    Beth, enjoy the games today.

    Jim, this one really kicked you hard. Take it easy this coming week, too. One year with the flu and then pneumonia another year, hit me like that. Chicken soup for you, with plenty of garlic.

    Andi, so fun when a spur of the moment eating decision turns out so Yum. Garlic is one of our favorite food groups. Never had a vampire problem here.

    Gotta get to breakfast and then editing.

    Waves to all. May the force be with your keyboards or whatever endeavor today. Or may a restful day find you lazing in the cool (we're still getting up to 95--Bah)

  4. Hi, all. Jim, hope you are feeling better.
    Nancy, hippo birdday to you! Or not as Beth said.
    Quiet day which I need!
    Happy Sunday everyone.

  5. My hippo is happy, thank you!! I'll feed it cake today.