Numbers
now I
've got your number
he said as he left me
alone
on the
third
highest hill in the town,
Number one
you are boring
and now you've bereft me
of two
of the diamonds
I spent on your gown.
Three
of the children are
four
years or older ,so
I'm taking the
five
o'clock train out of state,
go pack them
six
bags in a
seven
bag folder
and get them all dressed,
for I must not be late,
Eight
times I told you my
nine
lives are waning
Ten
minutes later
eleven
bells sound
Twelve
o'clock midnight
my patience is straining
your number is up
and my
interest
is
down.
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