The pencil and eraser
Came together
And birthed out
A calculator.
"Goodness me"
Cried out the neighbor
For no one has ever
Seen a calculator.
Despite the worried glances
The surprised parents loved him just the same.
Although they were expecting
A Normal babe
They did not discriminate
Against his race.
For he was naturally gifted
In the field of maths.
Something that, alas,
His parents couldn't contrast.
They were creative
Yet he was not.
They were short
Yet he was tall.
The loved him all the same
When no one else would.
And so
I guess
The moral of the story
Is to be different
From the rest,
For truly,
It's for the best.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoezjaSome people stock up on pennies for rainy days: I stock up on small poems. Just a few random poems that I create when I am bored. For the best experience (if you even have a good experience), I would recommend reading each line by itself. Thanks fo...
