Sidney Beck Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Rubik Cubists and Other Maniacs

RUBIK    CUBISTS    AND    OTHER    MANIACS



Those cube zombies wreck my head.
Damn that Hungarian genius
And his puzzle so ingenious;
I can never  get  a single side all red.


And the sudoka zealots  so persist:
They  try   45  then change to seven -
If it  succeeds:  they’re  in heaven. 
Their numbers form some magic list.


I see them on the train, and snort:
How can they become so  engrossed?
As if it mattered in the world the most.
. . . . To my crossword  I  resort.

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