Elementary Mathematics, 101
“After one-hundred, which number comes next?”
inquired Ms. Colvin as she studied her text.
All of us kids raised our hands high,
then Ms. Colvin picked Brett, this one dumb guy.
“Two-hundred,” he said with complete confidence.
“Geez,” I thought, “he sure is dense.”
So I sat up straight
and I felt really great
’cause the answer, I knew,
was one-hundred and two.
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