Social reformist Florence Nightingale -
her many good deeds make for a fascinating tale.
Not only a nurse was she content to be.
An innovative statistician was she.
Jesus The Candle
He is to the Father
As sunlight is to the sun
The Light
Which enlightens everyone
He is the risen Son
With unlimited candle power
So be ready, He comes
At we know not what hour
Of books He wrote none
He wrote in the dirt, but we know not what of
But He hasn’t left us invictus
He has illumined the convicted
God will save with few or many
Through the narrow gate
Some will be granted entry
To the estate
Now few or many are not enumerated
He’s not a mathematician (not here)
Love and grace are not gradated
He’s not a statistician (not here)
From the first Adam to the penultimate Adam
We’re all stained with sin
But because of The Last Adam
We are dealt with from within
Florence Nightingale,
born on 12th may ,
was a British social reformer,
a statistician by day .
She was a nurse
who had a magic touch;
helped all the men around her
would never make a fuss .
She was called the lady,
the lady with the lamp
who'd come and provide aid
all throughout the camp.
Out of all the nurses,
she was one of the best
earning herself a royal red cross
she was surely better than the rest.
even though it's been
years since her passing
her impact in the world
feels everlastin
Mr MacPherson, a mathematician
Was married to Sally,a keen statistician.
With little division to trigger vexation
Their conjugal lives led to multiplication.
First Roland, then Harry and then the addition
Of first daughter Jenny, a gifted logician.
The one common factor of great satisfaction
Engendering fervour and strong interaction
Was love of arithmetic, logic and theories
Together with quantum and harmonic series.
In sum, they endeavoured on every occasion
To bring mathematics within the equation!
24.03.20
There’s nothing finer, in a sense,
Than certain words in present tense.
Words which are incredibly,
Etched on your mind indelibly.
Immaculate, petulant, magnificent, sinew,
Incredulous, superfluous, to name just but a few.
Sacrament, procrastinate, intestate - may seem,
Draconian, Dickensian, obsolete, obscene.
Gratuity, embouchure, gnaw with silent 'g',
Juggernaut, cantankerous, words which I must decree,
Are remarkably, stupendously, fantastically sublime,
And should be used magnanimously, each and every time.
Biblical, whimsical, statistician, brie,
Words which are surprisingly, absolutely free.
Insatiable, perpetuate, onomatopoeia,
Existential, exemplary, words you shouldn’t fear.
Exponential, candid, xylophone or muse,
Malign versus benign - never to confuse.
Reptilian, gazillion, fragility, beguile,
Elucidate, excruciate, go the extra mile.
Psychopath, pedestrian, sesquipedalian,
(That last word I must admit is somewhat alien),
But never doubt, you have some clout, with words that randomly,
Demonstrate, accentuate a sense of liberty.
Economics will innately horde the conscience of us all.
Does a statistician serf not to fall?
Gauging the dawn they plod.
Searching for that convivial moment within the sod.
Gleefully giving homage to that eternal overcast.
Those compulsive appetites, will not allow the indigestion to pass.
A paradox does exist for the savant during these somber times.
Crowned with apathy they do vista us being waned.
Who is arid when the apex bends, or the deftest, for us to send?
This is not an infinite condition to deride.
Find that demagogue to gild the veil that hides.
Who is endowed to bring about a boon?
Must we be cynical, with sycophant tunes?
Who can obliterate the self consciousness of this business?
Will we be waxed, as if hereditary?
The truth is troublesome, and few are merry.
You play us like a classical musician.
You baffle us with numbers like the finest mathematician.
You hit us with the facts a master statistician.
You tell us one thing then take a juxta position.
You light the touch paper then watch ignition.
You wake up the natives causing sedition.
You stand by and watch children die of malnutrition.
You pull bunny's from hats like a stage magician.
Who are you, well I'm a Politician !
When we were children, he played half a part in growing.
He was always sure of himself, forever knowing
that if he worked hard, and devoted himself for us,
he would be sure to provide a life that’s fabulous.
There’s one Sunday in June that to all of us is dear.
However, we should honor him every day this year.
The man may be a lifesaver as a physician,
or hold any other quite important position.
He may be in government as a politician,
or keeping all records straight as a statistician.
Whatever may be his life’s goal, or his vocation,
we’re sure to owe him great amounts of admiration.
He may negotiate until a deal has been struck.
He is a Teamster’s Union member driving a truck,
or in a Chinese restaurant cooking Peking Duck.
To have him for a father, we have all been in luck.
Whatever he does or accomplishes in living,
he has been a great father, and he keeps on giving.
So if it applies to you men, here is what I’ll say:
I wish all of you the happiest of Father’s Day.
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