Something Counts
Zero was an astronaut
And two was his co-pilot
Four was at the launching pad
While three kept deathly quiet
Eleven was a cosmonaut.
Nine his comrad near
Seven was a spy they thought
(That's why Twelve came here)
One would die and all for naught.
But not the one you think
Five among the six they sought
Did blast-offs from the clink
Twelve was close; she feared a plot!
The pieces fit together!
Nine was taken out and shot;
Seven got...The Feather (gasp!)
But twenty hid beneath the stairs
(As seven's sure to squeal)
The others hit the road in pairs
In a quest for the Seventh Seal
Minus one was negative
About their final fate
Profuse though be his begative
It was, alas, too late
Plus thirty-five was on the skids.
Her luck had all expired
Chaotic for numeric kids
She finally retired
| Contributors: | Nym, Francine, Num, Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, Larry Brennan, td, P. |
| Poem finished: | 29th July 2003. |