Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Professor Turned To Me

The professor turned to me
       What is infinity?

     ‘Neither the stars in the sky
       nor the sand next the sea’
         thought me

     The answer, thus he:
       ‘Every thousand years
     a bird picks up a single 
       grain of sand, oh-so-wee’

     ‘And even that 
       'is not infinity'
         thus me

     ‘Jolly good!’ 
       chuckled he

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Panagiota Romios June 11, 2022 at 12:23 PM Love this.! Bestowing the Order of Favehood upon it. Her Majesty??ROFLMAO!! Queen Panagiota. Gershon Wolf June 12, 2022 at 6:47 PM The 'order of Favehood!' Whoa! That's a first... Thanks, Queen P.

John Watt June 10, 2022 at 12:46 PM infinity = divinity ~ thus me Gershon Wolf June 12, 2022 at 6:50 PM And Divinity is my vicinity. ~ George Burns

L Milton Hankins June 10, 2022 at 10:35 AM "Jolly good," I say. Infinity the unimaginable. And somehow we are always trying.

Jeff Kyser June 9, 2022 at 8:35 PM It seems that for infinity, We have a like affinity. As a kid I asked my Dad, What’s infinity plus one? He looked at me and smiled, Said, what do you think, son? Gershon Wolf June 9, 2022 at 8:39 PM Let's find one more with our affinity... We'll form a trinity. ~ Holy Heavens, Batman! :) Robin