Sam the Centipede

Sam the centipede’s arithmetic was bad When counting to 100 it was so sad Even though he had a 100 legs without dread He found it difficult as an abacus to get ahead For he would get to 50 and loose the plot Having to start again was an infuriating lot So Sam spent his days trying to work it out With nightmares about it waking up him with a shout So when you see Sam walking along Lifting his legs in turn as a musical song The wave of legs is Sam trying not to lose his place As he does mental arithmetic in his head to keep the pace. © Paul Warren Poetry