Megan's numbers were everywhere
where ever she looked see saw them
Two pints brought to her door
One pint at number Four
Numerology was her favourite pastime
Twenty years now and still an avid fan
even her birthday was magic to her
it was Seven of the seventh seventy seven
When young she counted to Ten
before she even could walk
some say she is slightly odd
counting on fingers whilst walking the dogs
All I saw was another master of numbers
a master of the scientific arts
and when she got older
me and her were never apart
She'd tell me I was a fool, to chuck it all away
I'd say Megan read my numbers today
that would keep her quite
for these were Megan's numbers
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Megan's numbers were everywhere
where ever she looked see saw them
Two pints brought to her door
One pint at number Four
Numerology was her favourite pastime
Twenty years now and still an avid fan
even her birthday was magic to her
it was Seven of the seventh seventy seven
When young she counted to Ten
before she even could walk
some say she is slightly odd
counting on fingers whilst walking the dogs
All I saw was another master of numbers
a master of the scientific arts
and when she got older
me and her were never apart
She'd tell me I was a fool, to chuck it all away
I'd say Megan read my numbers today
that would keep her quite
for these were Megan's numbers
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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