Agreeing With the Numbers
My chameleonic self agreed with Two and Ten.
Eight and Nine felt differently, yet, I agreed again.
Three and Seven came along with other ideas yet.
Eleven agreed and quickly became my favorite pet.
Six and Five heard about this. Rapidly sought me out.
Four thought it great when I kicked ideas with One about.
But my chameleonic self could not agree with One.
His ideas were sound, but teasing him had always been great fun.
Twelve was nowhere around, but was even more flexible than me.
So I turned him into a Dozen, and we ate blueberries with tea.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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